My name is Mary and I can't believe what has happened to me over the past few weeks. Until recently, my husband Phil and I were the perfect couple pursuing the American Dream. We have two teenage kids, a boy and a girl. We're juggling two careers, me as an operating room R.N. at the local hospital and Phil as an engineer at a large manufacturing plant. We owned the big house in the suburbs with a pool, the two cars – you get the idea.
We're both in our late 30's and we work at keeping ourselves fit and our lives fun. I'm about 5'5", 120 pounds and I have dark blonde shoulder length hair. I've got 36C breasts, with dark pronounced nipples courtesy of childbirth. My husband has a dark complexion and black hair that has that distinguished peppering throughout. We both had several long relationships before we met and eventually got married. Nothing wild – the usual college romances.
Our marriage is strong, and we work at keeping our sex hot, or at least warm. At least once a week we schedule a 'play time' and go to bed early and lock our bedroom door. About once a month we try to arrange to have both kids out of the house, spending the night with friends or relatives. We both try to remain open to new things and regularly watch videos, and use toys on each other. Phil likes to lube up an 8" realistic latex dildo and pound my pussy with it for about a half-hour, taking me through a couple of orgasms. When he thinks I've had enough, he slides his cock into my loose, well-lubricated pussy. He talks to me as he slides in and out, fantasizing that he is fucking me after two other guys have fucked me hard and come in me. I usually have another orgasm and I'm imagining actually doing that and what it would feel like.
I love to suck Phil's cock for as long as he'll let me until he just has to roll me on my back and slide it in. I love running my tongue around the thick, dark rim of the head of his penis. I can tell when I'm getting to him because he literally starts getting hotter in my mouth. His pre-cum starts leaking into my mouth steadily and his breath quickens. About once a month he'll let me finish him in my mouth. After bathing the head of his cock with his load of cum as he softens, I roll the tangy mixture across my tongue and swallow, sitting up just a bit so he can watch me.
Phil is also very anally oriented. We have a smaller dildo, more of a butt plug actually, that we like to play with. He particularly enjoys having me lube it up and insert it while I'm sucking his cock. He says the effect of the pressure in his ass adds to his pleasure when he comes. I've tried it too, but I don't get it. After months of pleading, I let him work on my ass during one of our 'play sessions.' He started my rimming my asshole with his tongue and warming me up. Then he lubed the plug and slowly inserted it, but I didn't enjoy it. After I had loosened up he lubed his cock and ever so slowly worked it in. After about 5 minutes of slowly working it in and out, gaining a small amount of depth with each stroke and adding a lot of lube, Phil was finally in. He started to move a little more quickly, pumping his entire length in and out of my asshole. After seven or eight complete strokes, I had to tell him to stop and pull out; it felt like my guts were being ripped out. I know some gals love anal sex, but I'm just not one of them.
We also tried taking pictures of each other and both of us together in a variety of sexual activities and positions. We moved on to video quickly. During one 'play time' session when we had both been drinking, I agreed to let Phil get us both on video with full shots of our faces. We were also very explicit; I took Phil's cock deep into my mouth and put on quite a show for the camera. He pushed me back and told me to move up on the bed and spread my legs. Laughing, I did and began slowly began masturbating my clit while looking straight into the camera lens. As I approached my first orgasm, I pulled out my favorite dildo and jammed it into my pussy in one smooth stroke. I started getting vocal as I fucked myself, saying, "Fuck me! Fuck me hard, you bastard, come in me!" I finally came with a loud moan, working my clit feverishly while hammering the dildo in and out of my cunt.
As I recovered, Phil quickly attached the camera to a tripod positioned at the end of the bed. After focusing in on the swollen pussy lips between my still spread legs, he climbed on and slid his cock into me one stroke. He pounded me for about five-minutes before approaching his own orgasm. I stopped him and slid up the bed, causing him to slip out of me. Without out a word, I got up and detached the camera from the tripod.
"I want to see you come for the camera," I told him, the tape catching the conversation.
"What?" he asked.
"I want to see you come for the camera," I paused, " In your mouth. I want to see you come into your mouth and swallow your own come!" Phil didn't say anything, indicating he didn't object. We figured out how to get him into the best position to get the shot. Phil never uttered a protest he was so focused and turned on by my request. He ended up dropping his head and shoulders off of the edge of the bed and coming to rest on the floor, leaving his body at a steep angle with his waist and cock still up on top of the bed. He started jacking his cock. While he was working it himself I put the camera back on the tripod and repositioned it. I then went to work on him.
Looking up into the camera, I took his cock head into my mouth while he continued to jack himself. Seeing the opportunity, I hiked my leg over his head and lowered my pussy onto his face on the floor. This went on for about five-minutes, the camera capturing the entire scene. As I sensed Phil getting ready to come, I got off of his face and pulled my mouth off of his cock. I pulled his legs over his head, which positioned his cock right over his mouth. Phil looked right into the camera as he started to come, the first spurt hitting him on his right cheek. The next four spurts went right into his widely opened mouth and landed on his tongue. As he slowed, I brushed a long string of come out of the way and bent over to his face and kissed him deeply on the mouth. We savored the taste of his come and then I let the come slide back down into his mouth and he swallowed.
The next week at the start of our play session we watched the tape. It was great, with only a couple of blurry sections. As we were watching, Phil suggested that we go out and 'leave' the tape somewhere, so that it would be found and watched by someone unknown. I immediately soaked my pussy as I thought about this, and found myself nodding. Phil quickly made a copy for us to keep – we couldn't miss out on watching that session again! We threw some loose clothes on and left the house in my car.
I did the driving as Phil had been drinking. As we drove, the reality of what we were thinking of doing sunk in. We agreed that this could get us both in real trouble because we were both so easily identifiable on the tape. That didn't discourage us, however. We agreed that we should go to a nearby town and find a place to leave the tape there. As we we were talking Phil reached into my top, cupped my braless breasts and started playing with my nipples as I drove. He then slid one hand into my panties and fingered my still sensitive clit. I had to slow the car to 20-miles per hour so that I wouldn't run us off the road as I came.
Once in the other town we cruised for a little while looking for locations that would work. we finally settled on a 24-hour Laundromat that didn't have anyone in it. Phil walked in and left our tape in the middle of a large work table and quickly got back to the car. It would be noticed immediately; someone would have to move it to fold dried clothes. We pulled to the far end of the parking lot to watch through the Laundromat windows and see if anyone found the tape.
We didn't have to wait long. A small car drove into the parking lot, parked in front of the Laundromat and a single woman got out and walked in carrying a bag of laundry and a box of detergent. She was medium height and a blonde, but we couldn't tell much more than that from the distance. She wasn't in the store for 2-minutes when she walked over to the table and picked up the tape. After looking at it for a second, she put it into her coat pocket and turned to begin loading a machine. Not saying a work to each other, I started the car and drove out of the lot. Once we were back on the highway, we both exhaled and started laughing about our little exploit.
