My husband and I weren't always involved in the lifestyle we are now. In fact, we led pretty normal lives until just last year.
Michael and I were high school sweethearts. We had both been in previous relationships, but they were really just adolescent infatuations.
When we were 17 we lost our virginity to each other, and we've always been very proud of that. Having been friends first, our romantic relationship was based on a very strong foundation, and I think that's why it withstood all the trials and tribulations it faced.
We remained together even when we went off to college. We went to different schools, but as luck would have it, they happened to be in the same city (OK, so it was part luck, and part my doing). Despite some ups and downs, we made it through those years, and remained exclusive to each other. Many people can't imagine how neither of us let our curiosity or hormones get the better of us, but for me I'd have to say it was pretty easy. The boys (hardly men) at my college just didn't interest me; getting drunk and being obnoxious is not how someone wins me over. However, my husband has reluctantly admitted that college was the hardest time for him in the realm of fidelity but he has insisted that, despite having a few opportunities, he always remained true to me and never strayed. He also says that since then, it has become much easier to not cheat, which I'd like to think I've had something to do with.
Michael and I learned about sex together. Despite not being overly religious, we were quite conservative sexually. I'm not saying it was always missionary position in the dark, but I'd have to admit it was pretty straight forward, vanilla sex. Even still, our sex drives matched pretty well, and I'd say we enjoyed each other about one to two times a week, on average.
After college we got married and started our careers. The years went by and we were both quite happy socially, financially, and sexually.
Eventually - about a year ago - I started to get a bit bored with our sex life. We were now in our late 20s, having been exclusive sexual partners for about 11 years. I'm not sure what sparked it, but I started to get curious about ways to spice things up. Michael was a wonderful husband in every way, and never hinted that he was displeased with the way things were. I had some ideas on what I'd like to try, but I was a bit concerned about how Michael would react, so I kept them to myself.
I found myself secretly spending a lot of time online, reading erotic stories and watching porn. I became particularly interested in amateur porn - something about watching real couples enjoying themselves just got me excited. Naturally, seeing what these couples were doing not only made me horny, but it also made me a little jealous.
As time wore on I decided I had to do something or I would simply explode from sexual frustration. I had been trying to keep up the charade with my husband that I liked our sex life the way it was, but my frustrations were starting to come through, both in the bedroom and elsewhere. I realized it wasn't fair to Michael that I was getting upset for something he was completely oblivious to. I couldn't bring myself to tell Michael that I was bored with things the way they were, though, as I worried he would become upset. It was time to devise a plan.
One day we were in an electronics store, and I convinced Michael that we needed to buy a camcorder. It took some doing since it was a significant purchase, but we were pretty well off financially so it wasn't a serious problem for us. Plus, Michael loves electronics, so I knew that once we were out of the store, he'd be happy as a child with a new toy.
After dinner that night, Michael was playing with the camera and he pointed it at me.
"What do you think you're doing?" I asked, smiling at the camera.
"Just testing this thing out. It's great! Do something for the camera, Tara."
Still smiling, I danced around a little, trying to be sexy. I surprised myself with how comfortable I felt on camera. I grabbed my boobs through my shirt and pushed them together, jiggling them a bit while making a pouty face.
"Wow, you look amazing!" Michael told me.
"Hehe, thanks. Ok, ok, put it away. You make sure to delete that video!" I demanded.
He stopped recording and went back to fiddling with his new toy.
"Wanna see how good you look before I delete it?" Michael asked.
I sat on the couch beside him and watched as he replayed the video. That's when I decided to move my plan along.
"You know.. some people use these things to record themselves... well... you know..." I hinted, giving him a wicked grin. Michael just looked at me ponderingly, like I had asked him the square root of 617. After a few seconds the light bulb came on for him and his expression changed to that of intrigue. I continued, "It might be fun to record ourselves and see what we look like. Haven't you ever wondered?"
At that Michael smiled, "Well..Yeah.. Yeah! Wanna try it tonight?"
I was ecstatic, although I had to hide it - for now. So far, my plan was working perfectly.
