Shared Secret

It was Thanksgiving. My favorite time of year. That had always been my favorite holiday also; just food and family and football. Having to spend the day with my In-Laws was a bit of a bummer though. The food was never as good, there was no alcohol, and while I got along with my wife's immediate family, the extended group full of aunts and uncles and cousins would regularly leave me questioning what type of gene pool I had gotten myself involved with. But the Saturday after Thanksgiving, spent with my parents and siblings and nieces and nephews always made up for it.

It was always a crowded house and tight quarters when my wife's whole family got together on Thanksgiving. The house was always sweltering with the oven running all morning and the crowd of people packed in. Usually windows were opened, regardless of the weather outside, and I would take any opportunity to step outside to cool off.

My favorite part though was getting to see Brooke, my wife's sister, and her kids. I liked to think I was their favorite uncle, and they were still young enough to climb all over me whenever they got the chance. I enjoyed engaging them on the subjects of favorite cartoons or toys, making them converse adult-like on the subject of My Little Ponies or the latest Pixar move. So when Brooke, Rob, and the little ones arrived, the day started to look better. Brooke looked great too, wearing a tight sweater that showed off a slight band of skin around her midriff whenever she raised her arms, and tighter jeans. Her long, light brown hair was in a ponytail. My mind immediately went to the post meal hypothetical of her unbuttoning her pants to make room for all the food, wondering what panties she was wearing, if any at all...

It was about five months earlier that Brooke confessed to me her exhibitionism fetish, which quickly lead to the two of us cheating on our spouses with each other, me cheating on my wife Stacy with her own younger sister. (I guess technically, we just had oral sex, and some might claim that isn't really cheating, but I definitely felt that it counted.) I admit to feeling some pangs of guilt and remorse since then, imagining how devastated Stacy would have been to know that I had been with her own sister. Yes, we'd played with others in the past and had various stages of relationship openness during our time together, but being with Brooke was an inexcusable violation. One which I regretted and also constantly fantasized about repeating. The male brain at work!!!

So as the day progressed and more people arrived, it became difficult to move through the crowd without bumping into each other. Feeling a bit claustrophobic, I started making my way to the door so I could cool off outside for a bit. On the way, I was intercepted by Brooke. She gave me a knowing smile, a wink, and ever so subtly brushed her breasts against my chest as we passed, her nipples just grazing me. I resisted every urge to give her ass a squeeze.

Once outside, and now with a greater need to cool off, I took a deep breath and enjoyed the cool air. I stood on the front porch of the house, surveying the lineup of cars in the driveway and on the street. Other houses in the neighborhood were similarly loaded with cars, other families also hosting festivities that day.

The door behind me opened and Brooke stepped out.

"We need your help when you get a minute. Chairs need to be carried up from the basement."

I sighed. "Every other able bodied male too busy to help? Maybe Rob could put away his phone for a minute."

She chuckled. "Sorry, Grandma specifically requested you. I'll help if you can't handle it." She playfully punched my shoulder and gave me another wink.

Taking one more deep breath of cold air, I answered "Ok, lead the way." Then, feeling bold I added "And I will be staring at your ass."

Her eyes went wide and a smile took over her face. "I'd hope so!" she replied, then turned and lead me back inside.

I followed her through the crowd, into the basement, where a dozen ancient folding chairs were stacked up, accumulated through decades of garage sales. I started to gather them up for the trip upstairs when Brooke leaned in close to my ear.

"I've been meaning to message you. I may need your help with another project soon. Interested?"

Without hesitation or any wish for more details, I eagerly responded "Yes... anything..." She squeezed my arm and brushed her cheek against my shoulder, then whispered "soon" into my ear.

I carried the chairs upstairs, carefully positioning them to hide the bulge in my pants. The day's festivities continued without any further contact with or temptation from Brooke, but my mind raced with the possibilities.

Two days later and I'm with my family enjoying the second Thanksgiving celebration. The food was great, alcohol was flowing, and the guys even spent a few minutes in the street throwing the football around. It was overall a near perfect day.

What made it even better was the text I received from Brooke. I carefully studied the message, making sure that no one else was around to peek over my shoulder. It just said "Meet me Monday after work, 5:00, at Billy's Pub. Plan on a late night."

I knew the pub well; it was near the university at which she taught, and not too far from my own office. It was a classic bar, dark wood, quiet music, but with good food and drinks. That evening I mentioned to Sarah that a few friends wanted to get together after work on Monday and that I would be out for the evening. I'm sure she assumed that it would involve us sitting around and watching football, so she didn't question it.

Monday night couldn't come fast enough. I got to the bar a few minutes late, and found her sitting alone in a booth with high backs, better for private conversations. She was sipping a drink and studying her phone. When I sat across from her she lit up, and our feet immediately found each other under the table, pressing against each other, eager for contact.

"So I told Rob that I needed a night to get all of my Christmas shopping done. He wasn't happy being alone with the kids tonight, but I'm sure he'll manage. I actually got most of my shopping done online yesterday, but, whatever... What was your excuse?"

"I just told her I was going out with friends. She didn't really ask a lot of questions... and speaking of questions, I have many."

"Oh do you?" she asked suggestively just as the waitress came to the table and took my drink order. After the waitress left, Brooke reached her hand across the table, pinkie extended. "Same rules of secrecy apply, right?"

I wrapped my pinkie around hers and we shook. "Always. So what do you have planned for the night?"

She leaned in closer across the table and started in on her sales pitch, which seemed well rehearsed. "Since our fun last summer, I've been thinking about other things I really want to do to, you know, scratch that itch. I decided that I want to make a video and put it online. The thought of others watching me..." She trailed off, but I knew exactly what she meant. "So I need your help."

The waitress returned with my drink, pausing the story and giving me a chance to consider what she was saying. Did she want me to star in a porn video with her? I wasn't sure I could do that. I mean, I could have sex with her, definitely, and there could be cameras, but the thought of putting that online for anyone to see... I wasn't sure about that. After the waitress left, she continued.

"I've got a place to film, and I've got all the equipment I need. During the Covid quarantine I had to teach myself all about filming and editing video so that I could put my lectures online for students to access. I think I got pretty good at it, so I can handle all the editing myself after the kids go to sleep. I just need a camera man I can trust."

She reached out again and put her hand on mine. "I can trust you, right? Because if I can't, I'm not sure there is anyone else."

I responded slowly. "So, you're saying that you DON'T want me to co-star?" Her snort and loud laugh echoed through the bar. Then she seemed to catch herself and consider how that response could be interpreted.

"No, I mean, yeah, but no... ugh." She leaned close again. "I've been thinking about this for the past three months, planning every bit, and honestly, my thoughts never deviated from a solo video. But, I mean, if I was looking for a costar..." Her eyes locked in on mine and she telepathically transmitted the rest of that sentence. My cock jumped a little.

She continued, "maybe next time though, if..."

It was sinking in now. She needed a cameraman, someone to film her... pleasuring herself, apparently. Oh, yeah, I could do that!

"I'm in. Definitely, I'm in." She smiled again, all the nervousness dropping from her face.

She downed the rest of her drink and said "Let's get going." I took a gulp of mine and we both threw too much cash on the table, not wanting to wait for a check.

I followed her to her car and she told me "Get in. We aren't going far." We exited the parking lot and drove just a block before turning into an alley. Then she pulled up behind an old house that was dark except for one light on the porch. She parked and said "Grab that bag from the back seat."

As we walked up the path to the door, she explained "This is a co-worker's house, an older professor who is taking a semester sabbatical. She's in Arizona for a few weeks and asked me to feed the kitty while she was gone. I guess I'm interpreting that a bit differently than she intended..." With that she reached back and grazed her hand against my crotch. If she kept that up she'd be getting a costar whether she wants one or not.

We entered and turned on a light, and were immediately greeted by a gray cat. "Bring that bag upstairs to the bedroom on the right. I'll be up in a minute." Brooke followed the cat into the kitchen to presumably fill the food and water dish. I went up the creaky stairs and found the bedroom.

Even though it was an older house with apparently an older resident, the decorating was actually pretty modern. The bed in this room was an antique four post bed, but the walls were clean with modern, light paint colors, no dusty wallpaper, and the linens on the bed were a silky navy blue. There was a tall dresser facing the bed, and another shorter dresser on the wall on the other side of the room. A comfortable chair was also in the corner. I couldn't help myself and peaked into the top drawer of the nightstand, wondering what this older cat lady might keep there, but nothing too scandalous was spied before I heard the stairs creak again.

Brooke took the bag from me and set it on the bed. She took out her laptop, which she immediately opened and set on the shorter dresser, then plugged it in. She took out another webcam and set it up on top of the taller dresser at the foot of the bed. The webcam was already linked with her laptop, so using the view on her laptop screen, she adjusted the positioning and angle to assure that the entire bed was centered in frame. Then she took from the bag a handheld gimbal stabilizer into which she fit her iPhone. I had seen similar contraptions used by photographers at weddings, allowing them to move around and keep steady images. "I checked this out of the university photography lab," she advised, answering my question before I asked it.

She handed me the handheld camera and said "Play around with this and get used to it." She looked around the room, then back at her laptop screen and on her phone screen. "I think the lighting will be ok. I'm going for a more natural, sensual thing, nothing too clinical, so bright spotlights won't be needed." I was impressed; she really had been thinking about this.

"I'm gonna go get ready in the bathroom. Keep practicing with the camera while I'm gone. I want you to be moving around the bed, zooming in and out and getting a more natural view of me. I'm going to edit that footage with the overhead footage," she motioned to the stationary webcam, "and hopefully get something that people will want to watch." She winked, then grabbed the bag and exited the room.

While she was gone I removed my sweater and threw it on the chair with my jacket. Wearing just a tshirt and jeans now, I was already getting sweaty. Did she want me to take off more clothes? I'm sure she'd let me know if she did. I practiced moving around the bed, zooming, and staying just out of range of the overhead camera. I knew from my own porn viewing experience that seeing the many camera operators moving around the scene would quickly kill the mood.

From behind me I heard the bedroom door close, then "Showtime!" I turned and looked at Brooke, and was blown away.

She had brought a wig, a blonde pixie wig, under which her usual light brown hair had been completely tucked away. She looked a bit like the actress Kaley Cuoco during that one season of The Big Bang Theory when she chopped off all her hair and the internet exploded in response.

To further hide her identity, she wore a white lace mask that just covered her eyes, leaving her two small holes to look through. She wore baby blue lipstick; an unusual choice, but it was absolutely working for me. I considered the room and realized that the lipstick and white lace would look well with the sheets and pale walls. She really had put thought into this.

Other than that she was completely nude. Her breasts, still perfect after two kids, stood out in front of her, with her pale nipples stiffened slightly and ready for action. She had a small tummy, which was to expected post childbirth and so close to Thanksgiving, but overall she was perfectly curvy and bikini ready. Her skin was as smooth and soft and creamy as I remembered. She made no effort to cover herself or to be modest. I mean, I had seen it all before, and I guess the point of this experience wasn't exactly to be modest, so I shouldn't have been surprised.

After a beat, she threw out her arms in a Broadway pose and exclaimed "Ta-da!"

"Wow... just wow..."

She moved past me and stopped to give me a hug. "Thank you SOOO much for this." She gave me a peck on the cheek and I made a mental note to check for lipstick marks before I went home. "Now remember, tonight you're just filming. If you do a good job, we'll see about a promotion on the next one." She squeezed me again, and I gave a big, warming hug in return.

She stepped to her laptop and pushed a few buttons. Then reached out to the camera holder in my hand and pushed the record button on her phone. "Try not to make too much noise, but I'll be adding music and stuff later, so if you need to tell me something or cough or whatever, don't worry about it."

She moved to the bed and said "I'm gonna take my time, so just keep shooting and moving around. Move slowly, take your time too. I trust you." With that she gave me one more smile.

I kept my gaze on the phone screen, capturing her seductively sliding into bed. Only the sheet and one pillow was left on the bed. She started by settling in and stretching out her long, sexy limbs. The silky sheet covered her, and she moved it over her body, using the smooth texture to stiffen her nipples. I moved the camera along her body with the sheet, pausing on her nipples and moving in closer. She took her time with each one, exciting them using the sheet, then just her fingers, pinching and teasing each until they were hard and she was squealing with each new touch.

After some time, she rolled onto her right side, facing me. My camera panned down her legs as she rubbed her thighs together, the silky sheet bunched between her legs, rubbing against her bare pussy. She pulled the sheet up, along her lips, eliciting another low groan. She liked that, so she moved the sheet back and did it again, parting her legs at the end to give a glimpse of how excited she was already getting. But then the sheet was moved back to cover her from the waist down, and my camera slid up her torso, back to her left breast, where her hand was holding it, massaging it. She pulled the breast up toward her mouth, then teasingly let it drop while her fingers pinched her nipple and gave it a pull.

She did this a few more times, her audible reaction growing louder with each repetition. Then, instead of letting her breast fall, she pulled it up further, extending her tongue to the nipple and circling it, leaving a ring of wetness around it. I slowly zoomed in to capture the swirling tongue, and she lingered, making sure that I got the best possible shot. I moved myself toward the foot of the bed, just a step, so that I could get just the right angle. I captured her fingers swirling her saliva over her nipple in the foreground, while in the background her face reacted to the sensation, eyes closing, mouth falling open, a small gasp escaping.

Seeing that she was starting to shift again, I panned out and moved around toward the head of the bed. She rolled onto her back and stretched, reached her hand down and touched herself between her legs through the sheet, which was still bunched between her thighs and extending up to her stomach. She spread her legs wide, the sheet still hiding her pussy, and continued to touch herself while I shot down her body over her shoulder. I was concerned that I may have gotten into the view of the webcam, but I didn't care -- this shot was too good to not use.

Her moaning grew louder as her left hand reached across her body and worked on her neglected right nipple. She brought her fingers to her mouth and wet them, then spread the saliva over the right nipple so that it matched the left one, all while her right hand continued to work between her legs. I moved around the bed, closer to her feet, and crouched low so that my camera was almost looking up at her. She continued to rub the silky sheet against her pussy, her moaning getting louder. I thought this might be her big finish already, but she had other ideas.

She quickly withdrew her hand and spread both hands out across the bed. She gasped and lightly convulsed, even giggled a bit. Then she kicked away the sheet and spread her legs, fully exposing herself for the first time to the overhead camera. I was extra careful to step back so as to not ruin that shot. I was standing now, moving my own camera over her naked body, trying to take it all in while her chest heaved.

It was at this point that I nearly gave into temptation. I had to reach down and adjust the bulge in my jeans. I unbuttoned my pants to give myself a little extra room to move, and really wanted to remove them entirely. But that would have been crossing a line that couldn't be uncrossed, and I really didn't want to ruin this for Brooke. She had a vision and trusted me to help her meet that vision. More than anything in the world I wanted to make her happy by doing just that.

Besides, I was really getting into this. I had minimal camera experience in the past; just a few tripod recordings for work training videos. But this hand-held gimbal had me feeling like a pro. I was ready to walk away from my life and move to L.A. to be the Spielberg of porn.

Brooke's hands were slowly moving down her chest, down her stomach, a fingertip grazed her swollen clitoris before her hands moved down each thigh. She was teasing herself, with her fingers inching up each inner thigh before withdrawing with a loud gasp and shiver from her. I caught the delicate movement of her fingers across the pale, smooth skin, then moved around her to focus on her face while she approached a level of ecstasy, documenting the moment just before the wave crashes, then the exhilaration of pulling away and restarting the journey.

Now she rolled away from me onto her left side, her back facing me, her right leg tossed over her left. I zoomed in on her and moved down her body, lingering on her long slender neck, across her shoulder and down her spine. I slowed as I moved across her bare ass and lingered on her pussy, now peeking out from behind. I kept focused on her pussy as I moved further down her long legs, keeping her entire body in frame.