When Tom and I woke on Monday, we made ourselves decent, got the boys off to school, and then promptly declared a 'no clothes' day. We used to do that from time to time, though it was a first in this house. Rarely does it last the whole day. Usually, it just goes until playtime is over. However, it is a reliable way to get playtime started, so today was a good day for it.
Both Tom and I have been having more sex and orgasms in recent days than we have some time. Even with the recent excitement around my 'hotwifing', a little extra foreplay was valuable to build the mood. We stripped down and finished our coffees at the kitchen table. Tom's eyes lingered on me while I casually thumbed through the Sunday Times. Tom's hands found my ass when I bent over to pick something up in the family room. He followed me on a contrived walk to the formal living room at the front of the house, to adjust the curtains. We kissed and caressed each other in front of the windows, until I noticed someone actually walking their dog down the street and pulled him further into the house. From there we showered together, another activity we used to do more frequently which has recently experienced a renaissance. Once the basics are out of the way, soaping up each other's bodies' is a reliable aphrodisiac.
From there the chilly house air drove us to bed and we hopped under the covers, my with only a towel wrapped around my head. We started kissing and touching. He tossed my towel away, so we were both completely 'au naturel'.
"Should we try and watch the video from Friday night?" I suggested.
"You haven't seen it yet?" he asked.
I shook my head, no.
"It's a long video. We recorded the whole evening in the hotel. I thought it would be best to settle in and enjoy it together. We can watch it in pieces... if we need to," I teased, bouncing my eyebrows.
"I'll do my best to hang in there," he promised. "Sure, let's watch. Do you think you can cast it to the TV?"
We both looked at the TV at the foot of the bed as though it would answer the question for us.
"Sure, let's give it a shot," I shrugged.
We tinkered for a few minutes and eventually we thought we had it. The TV screen was still black but so was my phone screen. A white 'play' arrow on both screens. I tapped play. The counter started running for a couple of seconds, just long enough to think something was wrong with the file, then the black faded to a familiar scene. The production value let the cat out of the bag.
"Did you get this edited?" Tom asked, with no small amount of surprise.
"Just some basic stitching together. We recorded with two phones. I... hired a boutique editor. Very discreet," I assured, unsure what Tom would say to this.
"If you hadn't gotten those boudoir shots done, I might have thought you'd never let this video out of your possession, but..." he trailed off, his attention drifted to the TV.
Greg and I were center frame, kissing, as he rubbed his hands over my dress and squeezed me wherever he liked. I took a moment to admire how glamorous I looked that night. I knew this part of the video was from my phone because the angle was facing the foot of the bed. Greg's phone was propped to the side of the bed. We both recorded in landscape mode, which worked well for casting to the TV. Our kissing took up the whole screen. Watching myself on a phone in the palm of my hand was one thing, but seeing me on the TV was on a whole different level. Somehow this felt like a bigger deal. Like I had made actual porn. The image frame was tighter on us than I would have expected. I began to suspect Dwayne's editing was more than just picking which phone to get the right angle from at any given moment. It seems his services included some actual production value. I wondered how closely Dwayne must have watched me while he applied his editing skills.
I looked over at Tom to check his expression. Maybe seeing me kiss would be too intimate, as silly as that may seem. He was transfixed, but his hand had found my thigh under the blankets. So he seemed to be doing OK. I heard Greg's voice tell me he wanted to see what's under my dress. I knew I was taking my dress off for him, facing the camera. I watched Tom's expression for a couple more moments to gauge his comfort with this, but turned back to the TV when I heard Greg instruct me to sit on the bed and pleasure myself. There was some conversation between Greg and I. Then I sat down on the bed. The image slowly zoomed until I filled the screen. I knew my phone would not be doing that on its own. More of Dwayne's editing magic. He must have watched me closely. I now found myself wondering if yet another man had gotten aroused watching me. Sammie did say Dwayne had a crush on me.
I looked back to Tom. He watched me fondling myself, dressed in lingerie. Something he had never seen in person. He watched me tell Greg I wanted him to take me, then ask Greg politely to let me suck his cock. Tom was hard. I knew this because I had started stroking his erection under the blanket. I turned my attention back to the video when I knew I would be sliding off the bed and getting to my knees. The camera angle had changed, now from Greg's phone. Greg and I were in profile. Again, the image was tighter on us that I would have expected. I watched myself take Greg into my mouth. I did not realize my pace of stroking Tom had increased. Not until, he begged me to stop. I worried for a moment that Tom had changed his mind about this.
"I'm not going to last long, if we are not careful," he offered taking some calming breaths.
He nearly had an orgasm and we were only a few minutes in.
"Some edging is good, but let's take it slow with me," he added.
"OK," I smiled.
I rather liked this side of him. It was cute.
"Let's try something different," he suggested. "You watch for a bit. I'll take care of you."
Tom tossed the blankets off us and lowered himself on the mattress until his face was near my pelvis. I scooted up a bit to give him room near the bottom of the bed. If I can be honest with myself, I wanted to sit up a bit to see the TV better. Tom started pleasuring me between my legs with his mouth and tongue. I watched myself grow increasingly eager at giving Greg a blowjob on TV. The experience was surreal. It was also extremely erotic. I will add that Tom is very good at performing oral sex. He always has been. So, it was no surprise that I was quickly overwhelmed and found myself grinding my hips into Tom's face as I had my first orgasm. Before my orgasm was fully complete, I heard myself say on the TV, "I want you to fuck me, Greg. Please, take me."
I patted Tom on the head and said, "You might want to see this part."
He rolled to one side and we watched together as Greg and I moved to the bed. The video frame followed us. I removed my pantyhose and panties, while Greg stripped nude. Greg rubbed his erection around my entrance and just when my own memory of Greg first entering me came to mind, the camera angle changed back to my phone. The image as close in on us as the resolution would probably support, and I watched Greg slide his cock into me from an angle I never would have thought to see. After a few thrusts, the angle switched back to profile. Greg was about to get a little rough.
"Tom, I want you inside me," I said, almost absentmindedly.
Tom got to his knees and took my hand. He guided me forward and onto all fours. My face near the foot of the bed now, and much closer to the TV. Tom positioned himself behind me and pressed himself inside me without hesitation.
We watched together as the sex on TV intensified. Tom was uncharacteristically eager, as he took me from behind. Historically, he tended toward slow and gentle, but today he was gripping my hips firmly and, dare I say, being a bit more aggressive with his wife than I have ever known him to be. It was nice. Very nice actually. It was not rough. It would not leave me sore. But he was putting in the work and it felt very good. I reached a hand between my legs and began rubbing my clitoris, much as I was doing in the video. Resting on my other elbow, I caressed my neck with my fingertips as Greg was choking me on screen. TV me was begging Greg for his come. Behind me Tom was finding a solid rhythm to his sex, which was helping me find another orgasm. I knew Tom could not keep this pace up for long. He had already been too close to an orgasm this morning. It was fine. He did not need to. I was working my clitoris in time with his thrusts and focusing on the version of me who was having wild sex on screen. Quite suddenly several orgasms happened at once. I had my second in bed with Tom, who himself was pressing his come inside me. All encouraged along to my begging and pleading for Greg's come on the recording.
Greg sat back on our pillows, catching his breath. I scooped up my phone and paused the video. I whirled around and bounced along the mattress to his side. I was feeling quite energized by all this. I kissed him, liked it, then kissed him again.
"You look like you could use a smoke," I suggested with a grin that implied he would be getting more than that later.
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