Larry brought the cameras, four in total, over to the house a week later. We set them up and played with them in the game room downstairs, Suzie coming down to see what they were, how they worked, and although she didn't say it (although I knew) -- how the security worked. Larry, of course, knew the real reason for getting the cameras and where we planned to set them up, but Suzie had an excuse that a Seminar for her work needed to be recorded (which was true -- making for a perfect excuse to borrow cameras) and what I told her I had told him. She looked at the editing, she looked at how the individual recordings could be destroyed after combining, and she also asked about internet security, finding out how the signals were scrambled and, even if intercepted, nobody else without the password would be able to see what was really being transmitted -- at least, not without a Cray supercomputer and hours of computing time.
Once Larry was gone, Suzie was anxious to set the cameras up and check camera angles in the bedroom. Essentially, we chose the four sides of the room: one at the foot of the bed on top of the dresser mirror, looking slightly down at the bed. One went on the top of the headboard from the opposite angle, and was much closer. The other two went on the opposing sides, and then we turned them on and recorded ourselves on the bed. We moved the side ones, they were way too much toward our feet, and had to reposition the headboard one as it was looking too much at our heads, but the one on the mirror was virtually perfect. We recorded ourselves coming and going, climbing onto the bed, lying down, kissing and giggling, and then took perhaps the total of 20 minutes of film from four cameras, combined it all to one 20 minute film, and then realized that of that film, tremendous amounts of time were duplicated or of doing nothing. Watching all four at the same time, it was just a matter of selecting which view to copy to a single file, and then eliminate the others. Eventually we edited it down to about 2 minutes of film, and afterward it was hard to say what we'd edited out -- the tremendous amounts of "nothing" that goes on all the time, disappeared.
"I once read that a famous move producer," Suzie said when we'd finally got our PG rated test film made and edited, "I forget who, Steven Spielberg or someone like that, went on vacation and came back with something like seven and a half hours of homemade movies from the vacation. He took it to work and had his editors professionally edit it, and afterward it was like 20 minutes, and actually watchable. I don't think I'll ever underestimate what it takes to make a movie again."
"Speaking of which..." I said, reaching over and pulling her to me, thereby physically indicating that maybe we could start our homemade porno, but she wasn't having any of that.
"Not now. I'm hot and sticky and certainly not in the mood." She pulled away.
"Not getting cold feet, are you?" I asked, visions of this all falling apart running through my head.
"No, just not now," she answered. "I'm feeling anything but sexy." I knew better than to push her; although she never turned me down for sex, there were times when she said, "not now", and this was one of them.
I needn't have worried however, that evening when I heard her call from the top of the stairs "Hey Adam, want to come up and play Adam and Eve?" I understood exactly what she had in mind before I looked up to the stairs, only to find her wearing her string 'bikini' and nipple ornaments, exactly like she had when we first talked about getting cameras. She hadn't worn them since, but there was no need to ask me twice.
She waited at the top of the stairs, I slipped my arm around her and we stepped toward the bedroom -- only to have her stop outside the door. "Adam?" she said, holding back, her hand sliding down my arm to grip my hand as I'd stepped forward.
"Yeah, babe?" I said, turning back.
"I uhm... I started the cameras, they're recording now... but... I'm not sure I can do this."
I nodded, getting in touch with her angst. This was a woman who had long before come to grips with her nipples always being front and center, but a natural phenomenon was a bit different than performing sexual acts in front of a camera. Somewhere I read that most guys have a "porn star" desire, but most have a strong wilting reaction in front of others or in front of a camera. That magnificent erection they're so proud of with their wife or girlfriend disappears under the lights of a porn set or with others watching. I took her into my arms. I wondered about myself, but found it wasn't a problem.
"You don't have to do anything you don't want to, and we're not going to do anything we don't do normally, it's just that a silent camera will be there recording for our future pleasure. Just like that practice film, we'll edit, and combine, and refine until we've got a sexy, naughty memory for... well, forever if we want." I leaned down and kissed her. "you are the love of my life. The sexiest, horniest, nekkidest," I said, sliding my hand to her naked bottom, "cock-suckingest lover a man could have. Unlike a porn, we're not going to perform for the camera, we're just going to make love and then later we're going to make it into the most erotic memory we'll ever have." I reached up and stroked her cheek with the back of my fingers.
"I love you," she said, sucked her lower lip between her teeth, and turned to the door, pulling me in after her.
Despite my assurances outside the bedroom, her reluctance continued, at least until I pulled her to me once again. Our mouths locked together in a kiss, my hands exploring her backside, at least until I turned her around to face the mirror that the main camera sat upon. My hands slipped around, my fingers finding and caressing her nipples, and as always when I play with them, she melted back into me. Suddenly the bashfulness was gone, and we were two lovers, the cameras seemingly forgotten.
She helped me get undressed, pushing me onto the bed and bending to pull my shoes and socks off, and then wrestling my pants and underwear while I finally got my shirt off. I scooted further up onto the bed and she climbed directly on top of me, unknowingly creating, on her knees over me, one of the best photos of her naked bottom. Her butt cheeks spread open; her asshole visible under the single string running to her taint and then splitting to accent her pussy lips visible between her legs.
My cock was already rigid, I think I'd been that way before I even made it up the stairs. Straddling me as she was, her hand reached down, held me totally upright and took me in her mouth. Later the value of the multiple cameras became readily apparent as the view from the mirror was of her ass, but the side and headboard cameras provided different views of her administering to my erection. My cock head disappearing into her mouth, her tongue slithering around, her lips sliding up and down the shaft -- all visible from the sides and headboard but blocked from the dresser mirror view.
After being reluctant to enter the bedroom almost naked, as soon as we began having sex, her natural exhibitionism came out. We, literally, fucked for hours. Whatever it was, as soon as we'd recovered we were both ready to do it again.
Her initial blow job took me over the top, the shot of her spitting my cum back onto my cock head and then sucking it off again to disappear as she swallowed one of the hottest shots of the evening. From then on, I think we tried virtually every position we'd
ever
done before. Suzie on top, me on top; forward facing, rearward facing, side by side, front to back, front to front; oral as well as fucking. Suzie has always been able to cum fairly easy, especially with tit or clit stimulation, and she did -- multiple times. We caught her "O" face from several angles, with her head rolled back, her eyes closed, and her mouth opened.
"I thought that was pretty fun last night," I whispered into Suzie's ear when we woke in the morning. I'd gotten up when I awoke, took a pee and brushed the morning mouth out and then snuggled up to her bottom and back when I climbed back in bed.
"That," she said when she rolled over in my arms, "was probably the best sex we've ever had."
