My wife Karlyn and I had just returned from exercising and were both ready for a shower. I had just gotten a new video camera for family vacations and was turning it on for the first time while sitting on our bed. After several whirrings and blinks the camera came to life. I turned it in the direction of my wife who was standing in front of the mirror, checking out her physique. I had to admit I liked what I saw. Karlyn is 6 ft tall, thin, blonde and green eyed and is every guy's wet dream. Even though she was in her mid forties, guys younger than her hit on her constantly in the grocery store, at airports, even as I stood closely by.
"Smile for the camera," I said.
"And so what would you like me to do, Mr. Camera Man?"
"Well, you can start by taking your tee shirt off," knowing full well she would either slap or ignore me.
"OK," she said. What? My prudish wife who has to have all the blinds pulled and doors locked whenever we made love, what did she say? This was something completely new and unexpected. I quickly focused the camera. Slowly, the T-shirt went up, along with my cock. I couldn't believe it. It was as though the camera was working as an aphrodisiac. Her breathing was getting shorter and I could tell she was becoming aroused. I had accidentally discovered that my wife was something of an exhibitionist, though she would never admit it. What other secrets did she have? She stood in front of the mirror, checking out her posture, striking several different poses, her extremely long sensuous legs and nice ass flexing with each movement.
"Not bad, not bad at all," wanting to encourage this abnormal behavior as much as possible.
"You're just saying that," obviously fishing for more complements.
"Now the bra" pushing a little farther, knowing it would end here. She wagged her finger at me.
"Naughty boy" she said, and, to my surprise, moved her right hand behind her back and unsnapped the thin elastic strip. With her back to me, the bra slowly slipped from her shoulders.
"OK, now turn around."
"But I'm shy."
"But you look so good."
"Only if you promise to never show this to anyone, do you promise?"
"O.K." I promised. At that moment I would have promised anything, as long as I could continue. Slowly she turned; her nipples, as well as my cock were already getting hard. She had a look of submission on her face, waiting for more instruction. She wanted me to tell her what to do, a side of her I did not know.
"Pinch them." She made slow circles around her nipples with her fingertips and gently grasped each nipple and lightly squeezed. Her eyelids lightly closed and her lips parted as she whispered a long slow breath.
"Feel good?" I asked.
"Yes." I quickly reached into my pants and tried to adjust my painfully doubled over, growing cock with one hand while keeping the camera focused with the other. I was unsuccessful, but I didn't want to miss one second of this.
"What's wrong," she laughed, "getting uncomfortable?"
"You're making me so horny," I stammered.
"I can see. Maybe you need to unzip those pants to relieve the pressure."
Suddenly, she grabbed the camera and turned it on me. The tables had turned. I was dumbstruck. Suddenly I became the subject.
"Well, go on." I unzipped my pants, reached inside my underwear and unfolded my painful cock.
"Ahhhh, relief."
"Now, down with the pants." What could I do? I slipped my pants down and my stiff cock sprang out. She focused the camera between my legs.
"Feel better? Now rub it for me." I felt so embarrassed, but I did what she said. I stroked it several times, sucking in my stomach so that I would look good for the camera.
"I know what would make it feel even better," as she sat on the edge of the bed and motioned for me to come forward. I moved forward and grabbed the camera back from her as she took my cock with both hands and slowly touched the end of it with the tip of her tongue. I could barely hold the camera as she slowly swirled her tongue around the head of my cock. I had to lean back to get the full effect looking through the viewfinder. Around and around, she swirled her tongue on the head of my cock, as she looked straight into the lens. The vision was stunning. The sight of her naked breasts, the naughty, yet innocent look on her face doing something I never thought she would do in front of a camera almost made me come. Then, slowly she brought her lips to the tip. I humped my cock into her mouth like it was a wet pussy. It felt sooooo good. In and out, faster and faster I pumped. Her head was bouncing. I was having difficulty keeping everything in the frame, and keeping my sperm in my balls. I didn't want to come, not yet. There were more wanton sex acts I wanted my newly discovered slut wife to perform.
"Oh yeah, that feels sooooo goooood!" For some reason, capturing all this on tape seemed to double the pleasure. After several years of "meat and potatoes" sex, this was definitely something new and different.
"Slow down, big fella." Suddenly she stopped. "Now it's my turn."
"O.K." I stammered. She obviously didn't want me to come yet, either.
"Now, be a good boy and you will get a big surprise." I couldn't argue, plus, I wanted this to last as long as possible and get as much footage as possible since this might not happen again.
"Well, you better get out of those shorts."
I wanted to have her strip for me and get it all on tape. It was clear she was hot. Her chest was flushed. She stood and slowly peeled them down, knowing she was breaking new ground, that there was no going back. After the shorts had dropped down to her feet, she stood before me and the camera, completely naked. I could see her dripping.
"Are you getting swollen?" I asked.
"Let me see." With her hand she traced the outline of her swollen, wet pussy lips while pinching her nipple with the other.
"Feels pretty wet."