I guess I sort of started this whole thing one summer several years ago when I sexted my wife for the first time. She was clothes shopping, Kim and Cassie were playing soccer with friends, and I was batchin' it: a beer in one hand, a slice of pizza in the other, Angels baseball on the radio, sunning by the pool. I don't know what possessed me but I got naked, picked up my phone, took a video of myself jacking off and cumming into my thatch of pubic hair, then sent it with a text that simply said "NSFW" with a leery faced emoji. I took a dip in the pool. When I got out I saw she'd replied with an OMG emoji and an attached video of her naked in the changing room at Misti's, a fashion boutique on Balboa Island, playing with her stiff brown nipples and feverishly fingering her clit. When she got home we laughed and talked about it after the girls were in bed. We knew we'd been really naughty that day but it had been fun. We knew then that it wouldn't be a one-off but had no idea where it would lead. The sex that night was incredible; we talked about how erotic it had all been as we thrashed around on the bed like two rutting goats.
It progressed. We bought a video camera. I took some of her fingering herself in the bathtub or seductively soaping her nipples as she showered. Understand, Ann has the body of Brittany Spears and the laughing eyes, the innocent smile of Claire Danes. She keeps her strawberry blonde hair in a French braid that falls to the small of her back. She used to braid it herself- how I don't know- but now Kimberly does it most of the time.
I took some of her sucking my cock, those soft green eyes looking up into the camera with deep contentment. She took some of me in the shower, teasing myself to an erection moments before she joined me there. The video picked up the sound of her intense moaning as my tongue teased her cleanly shaven pussy while hot water washed down my back. There was the sound of our wet flesh slapping, the close-up of my engorged cock sliding between the petals of her plump pink flesh. We'd watch the videos that night, after the girls were asleep. We'd do a little critique about where my tongue should have been in this shot or if she should have turned a little bit to the left to show off her tits to more effect. Then we'd fuck. It was like being on sexual crack.
As New Year's Day crossed the calendar we went through resolutions: cut down on carbs, watch less television, do a regular Friday date night. Then she brought it up: a resolution to have someone take professional videos of us having sex- on Valentine's Day. I immediately agreed: it would be fun! For us, Valentine's Day was always a double loving special day. We'd gotten married on Valentine's Day, so that year we would celebrate our fifteenth anniversary by making passionate love as we played the starring roles in our own very private porn video!
The question was: where do you even begin to look for a person to take such a video? We looked at Craig's List but it seemed creepy, full of lecherous old men. Nor was there any way could we ask our friends: we were both in education and even asking such a question would be scandalous for both of us. So we did a Google search: "How do you find a videographer who shoots porn?" Surprise! There were thousands of places to look. We had to narrow our search down to someone in the greater Los Angeles/Orange County area, who had done this before, who had a portfolio... the search questions got narrower and narrower. We honed the sites down to three. All were producers: they wanted us to come to them. We didn't want that. The receptionist for one of them told us about Carl, one of the regular videographers there who did gigs on the side. She said to call him any day, but it had to be after six. What she didn't tell us was that Carl was also an actor when he wasn't behind the camera. So anyhow, that's how we found Carl.
He had a web page with about a dozen one and two minute clips of his work, ranging from gay, to lesbian, to threesomes, to interracial, to couples like us. All of them were professional grade productions: controlled movement, nothing out of focus, no sudden shifts to the floor, empty shoes or some random dresser drawers; smooth transitions from scene to scene, soft intimate lighting, and a variety of music styles quietly playing in the background: classical, cool jazz, or soft rock, but always background. His audio caught the slapping of thigh against thigh, the wet whisper of a man's cock sliding in and out of a woman's pussy, every moan, every whisper, every cry. That was exactly what we wanted.
We FaceTimed him together that night and he actually answered.
"Carl here..." he said tersely.
"Hi, Carl, I'm Michael and my wife here is Ann, and Isabelle the receptionist at..."
He warmed up and smiled. "Hey, how you two doin'?" he asked as if we were old friends about to catch up on recent gossip. "Yeah, she said you might be givin' me a call. Have you checked out my webpage yet?" He was hispanic, friendly, quite handsome, with an ever so slight 3rd-generation hispanic accent.
"Yes we have," we both answered, blushing, "and we think we'd like to have you, well, ah... to, ah..."
"... shoot a little private porn for the two of you, right?"
That broke the ice. We all laughed, the nerves gone. After a little more small talk, we started to put it all together."We want it shot at our house."
"Sounds good to me; that's what I do," he replied. "Are you at your home now?" We nodded. "Can you give me a little tour?"
So we walked him through the living room, past the kitchen to the patio and pool, and finally to our bedroom.
"Have you thought about what you want to do? I mean, it can be like a little story- seduction in the living room, maybe a little shower scene, then to the bedroom. Or, just start in the bedroom and screw until you get to the money shot."
We hadn't thought about that.
"Most people don't want a lot of dialogue but you can come up with a script if you like: naughty neighbors, Craig's List pick-up, slut wife, hot wife cuckold. It's up to you. And it looks like you're going to need some better lighting if you want it to look good."
We hadn't thought about any of that, either.
