Alex woke up on Sunday morning with a minor headache and a dry mouth. Applying a hand to his forehead seemed to help as he slowly sat up and looked at the clock nearby. It read 6:30am. 'Urgh,' he cursed under his breath.
Lying peacefully beside him was his gorgeous French wife, who was still fast asleep and recovering from another night of debauchery. The white linen sheets had largely slipped off, allowing him to admire her in the dim light. Blonde hair flowed down her shoulders. Her little t-shirt that was all bunched up, revealing her sexy midriff. And her cute little Victoria Secrets sleeping shorts had risen up her derriere enough to reveal most of a smooth white cheek. It was enough to make anyone hungry.
Which reminded him, their first ever home sex tape was on the iMac in the study.
'I still can't believe she agreed to do it,' Alex told himself, hoping it wasn't all a dream.
His wife had been submissive and insatiable again, and he dared to hope that a new phase in their sex life had truly begun. She had allowed herself to be spread wide open and fingered for the camera. She had invited him to fuck her mouth and pussy, and even talked dirty.
Part of him wanted to wait until Sophie was there to watch the video together for the first time. But that part wasn't strong enough to overrule his lower brain, which was sending out very strong orders. Leaning over he gently kissed his wife's cheek and tip toed out the bedroom. Though turning into the study he was in for a surprise.
"Morning Papa," his eldest said, looking up from his comic book.
"Ah. Morning Leon, how did you sleep?" He replied in a mixture of disappointment and affection, accepting that he would be waiting to watch the video after all.
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Luckily Sunday flew by in a whirlwind of activities, meals and chores. Alex barely thought of the video until evening fell and the kids were in bed. When his mind finally turned to it he could feel the excitement building. But just as he was about to suggest that they consider watching it, he found a glass of red thrust into his hand. Sophie was obviously keen to do the Sunday night usual, and so he followed her lead. Plus, when he thought about it, better they loosened up and decompressed after a long weekend before watching the video in any case.
Their Sunday night routine usually involved poring a glass or two of red wine and then hanging out in the living room. They would chat about the weekend, swap gossip, and plan anything important for the week ahead. Tonight she had opened a bottle of Chateau Mont-Redon, which was full bodied and smooth on the palate.
Sophie watched her husband intently as he decided to join her on the large sofa, moving her long legs to the side to give him space. She had always found him to be attractive enough. At 5'8 with brown hair and blue eyes, he was better looking than average and kept in relatively good shape. But she had dated better looking guys before him, and when they had met he was a total fashion disaster. It was only because they had become neighbors during their final year of university that she had gotten to know him at all. Then one thing had led to another, and after administering a total style makeover, she had gotten serious.
A decade later and Sophie felt lucky to have him. But being French, she had learned from a young age to always look for things to criticize. And with her husband, the main source of annoyance in recent years had been his high sex drive, and his ability to live with things that were less than perfect.
For she was a perfectionists perfectionist. The house, clothes, meals, holidays... everything always had to be perfect. Before the kids had come along it was easy enough to keep everything in order and have sex a few times a week. But post kids she was often exasperated at how messy and complicated things could become, both physically and emotionally. This meant that her sex drive had fallen, whilst her husband's had remained the same.
However, the last 2 Saturdays had changed her point of view somewhat. For the first time since the Kids were born she started to appreciate his more sexual side, and the fact that he was still so attracted to her. Sophie looked on in approval as her husband put his glass down on the coffee table and then gently lifted one of her calves into his lap. A foot massage would be exactly what the doctor ordered.
"Yes, right there," she moaned, as he pressed down on a sensitive spot. "So I guess you have been dying to watch the video?" She teased.
"What video?" Alex replied with a big grin.
"And that porn video we watched, is that what you masturbate to?" She asked pointedly.
Alex blushed at her directness and pressed harder on the ball of her foot. "Sometimes. Although recently I tend to prefer reading erotic stories to start with, and then finishing with a video like the one you saw."
"I real connoisseur then," she joked, "and what type of stories do you read?" She continued, sipping her glass.
Alex put her leg to one side, reached over to enjoy his own wine as well, and then moved her other foot into place.
"Definitely has to have a good plot. Unexpected twists, loving wives, blindfolds, seduction, babysitters, voyeurism, exhibitionism...it varies I guess."
He refrained from also mentioning that he loved stories about anal sex because he knew his wife was not into it.
"And you?"
Despite all their years together, Sophie had always avoided talking about her own sexual fantasies. Alex sometimes made fun of her, saying it was a hangover from her bourgeois catholic upbringing and the repressed sexuality that came with it. So as she swirled the wine in her glass, it was a surprise to him when she actually answered.
"Of course I have fantasies, though maybe not as much as I used to. It's hard to just say one as I don't have any one in particular thing...and they sort of blur together. There is never a face either. They tend to just involve someone. Sometimes I picture being a student and seduced by my tutor, or a handsome stranger picking me up at a bar or beach. Things like that," she finished, before retreating back inside herself, flushed with embarrassment at what she had just admitted to.
"Wow, that's hot, what else?" He encouraged,
Rubbing the sole of her foot more sensually. He was keen to know what she fantasized about so that he could integrate her desires into their sex life.
"So have the last 2 Saturdays been part of your fantasies?" She asked, changing the subject.
"I guess. I just thought that we could use a bit more spice," he answered, watching in horror as her demeanor instantly changed.
"Oh. So 'just' sex with me isn't enough anymore?" She snapped back.
'Shit, Idiot!' he berated himself.
Sometimes it was hard to tell if she was joking, and with her French temperament she could easily go from zero to mad, faster than a Ferrari.
"That's not what I meant darling. Of course not, but I just thought that maybe we would both enjoy something...different. I thought you had fun?"
Sophie sat there in silence studying her husband. She could see him starting to panic, and knew why. He must have been desperate to watch the video with her, hoping for more action. And whilst part of her felt a strange need to punish him for the perceived offense to her ego, she was also curious about the video and didn't want to cut off her nose to spite her face.
Alex could see his wife reflecting and knew the evening hung by a thread, and he needed to act fast before it broke. He weighed the options. The last 2 successful evenings were based on him adopting a dominant position. But somehow it felt wrong tonight. His gut told him to go soft.
"I understand how you are feeling Darling. We don't have to watch the video if you don't want to, we can even delete it if that would make you feel better." he suggested, managing to sound genuine even though he didn't mean a word of it.
Sophie hadn't expected him to be so considerate and slowly relaxed back into the foot massage.
"No. No. Let's watch it," she sighed. "But we delete it if I say so," she added, feeling better now that she was the one suggesting what they would do. "Let me just check on the kids one last time."
"We have two options," Alex explained, following her down the corridor, "we can either watch it on the iMac, or I can download it onto my laptop and we can watch it on the bed."
As Sophie considered the choices, butterflies started to fly in her tummy at the actual prospect of watching her first homemade sex tape.
"The bed sounds better," she decided.
"Alright, give me a few minutes to set it up and see you in there," he replied. And a naughty idea flicked through his mind.
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He entered the room and locked the door behind him. Sophie grabbed the laptop and placed it at the foot of the bed, just in front of the now infamous ottoman. With a huff she lay down on her front and opened the laptop. Alex flopped down next to her.
"Ready?" She asked, her hand trembling a little above the touchpad.
Alex nodded.
Goose bumps erupted down her spine as she suddenly saw herself sitting naked in the chair with her legs spread. Nothing could have prepared her for this. This was really happening, she was actually watching herself spread her legs apart! Her emotions were all over place.
She was at once embarrassed by her body, curious at how it looked, and turned on by what her husband was doing to her. Sophie studied herself intently, intrigued by the sight of her own pussy lips and how they rose up to the hood of her clit. Comparing it to those that she had seen in magazines and videos, it was one of the prettier ones at least. Although she definitely didn't like her pubic hair. Although it was blonde and kept neat, it still looked passé.