She's holding the camera above her head and smiling broadly; it's zoomed in so her head takes up most of the frame. The gray sheet underneath her messy brown hair is rumpled as she grins wider, one arm falling back to the bed making her glasses fall a bit askew. She giggles, pushing them into place, her eyes never leaving the camera.
"Hi," she whispers as her smile grows bigger. "I'm making a video," she stretches out the last syllable over two seconds as her eyes flutter. Then blinking slowly she reaches up to adjust the camera a bit, making it zoom out from her face. Flat on her back, her breasts spill out of a denim bustier. "Perfect," she grins.
"So my husband... My darling, wonderful husband," her voice a little louder now as her left hand drops back toward her hip. "Has made a confession." It comes out accusatorially, but the smirk on her lips is telling. "He fantasizes about me, being with other men. Ooh, that's good," she looks down, her body shaking a bit, before looking back at the camera.
"He took some convincing, some torture --" her breath catches for a second, her head rocking back but eyes firmly on the camera -- "before he told me all of the things he fantasized about me doing. With other men. Wait, girls too, right?" She cranes her head to look down, then drops her head to the sheet again. "Women, women too," she moans.
Her eyes close; a dreamy expression washes over and the camera sways crazily for a second, before she gasps, eyes snapping open and staring at the phone in her hand.
"My husband thinks it would be hot to watch me seduce some guy, then put on a sex show for him to watch. Like, really go all out on some stranger, every sexy trick I know, get all nasty." The last is a seething whisper, her body rocking a bit now, her boobs barely restrained by denim half cups.
Her head jerks up to look toward her waist. "How much detail am I going into here? Ahh," she jerks her head to the side suddenly, her mouth open in happy surprise, before looking again at the camera. "Plenty of detail? Sure, plenty is good, plenty is very good," she pants.
She can't keep still, but does put effort toward holding the phone steady. "He wants to watch me pick up some guy, I dunno how I'd do that since I've been locked down solid for nine years..." Her eyes close as her lips twitch. "I guess I could whisper that I'm a nasty little porno-whore about to make all his hot sex dreams come true, oh fuck that's nice." Her left hand moves below frame as she struggles to keep her gaze on the camera.
"I bet that would work... Porno-slut, porno-whore, he'd get the idea. Anyway point being, he comes home here, to this room, and my husband sits right over there..." The left arm lazily points leftwards, before returning to its position below the frame. "And watches."