I suppose it's partly my fault. I should have known that Barbara would wind up taking things as far as she did. She's just that kind of person. When she gets an idea she tends to go all the way with it. It's one of the things that I absolutely love about her; there's no holding back her passion.
"Ok. Action!" she said and pointed at me. "Make sure that you talk loud enough that the camera picks it up this time. And put yourself into it. I want to see a really hard cock and some good thrusting."
I smiled. Barbara was filming another homemade porn video, and I was the "star" of the show. It was a role that I'd gotten used to since she'd started on her binge of explicit movie making. And I'd come to love it.
******
The first time Barbara taped us having sex she had inadvertently hit the record button on her cell phone when she'd put it into the charging dock on her bedside table. At least that's what she told me. The quality of the video that it captured that night was surprisingly good. We'd watched it over and over again. I had suggested that she should make another one. It didn't take more than that one little bit of prompting to get her started. I certainly didn't argue about it. Her video sessions ramped up our already great sex life. Each time she would orchestrate some sort of wild or exotic scenario for her to record.
"I want to capture something special," she'd say.
On the night that she took things to a new level, we'd rented porn movie that we thought might have a decent story line and some passable acting. We were very wrong.
"This just plain sucks!" Barbara exclaimed barely fifteen minutes into the film.
I shrugged and took another sip of my drink. I couldn't disagree with her. The movie
was
pretty bad.
"I can do a better job with my cell phone then those idiots did."
I could hear the passion rising in her voice. I knew the best thing to do was to stay quiet, and just listen.
Barbara jabbed the stop button on the remote. "Come on. I'm going to do it right." She grabbed my hand and pulled me upstairs to our bedroom.
"What kind of costume do you think?" she said as she rummaged through the dresser drawer where we kept our risque dress-up outfits and our toys.
I could tell that she didn't really want an answer, so I stood there and didn't say anything.
"Here, this is for you," she held out some skimpy g-string underwear for me. It was a leopard print. "And go get your leather vest. I want you to wear that too."
Given the tone in her voice, there was no way I was going to argue with her. I began stripping off my clothes.
"I'm gonna wear this," she held up a princess warrior costume that she'd worn one night when we'd had some role playing fun. There wasn't very much to it, which made it one of my favorites.
Satisfied with her selections, Barbara stood up. "I have to get the lights right." She began playing with the dimmer switch for the ceiling light "We need to add some other lighting. Go get the floor lamp from downstairs, the one with the 'bendy' neck to it, and I'll grab a bunch of candles."
By the time I got back to the bedroom with the light she'd asked for, most of the flat surfaces in the bedroom were covered with glowing candles. There had to be more than twenty different ones flickering and adding an alluring ambiance to the room. Barbara took the lamp from me and pointed it up toward the white ceiling. The light reflected onto the center of our queen-sized bed. It glowed in the otherwise dimly lit room.
"Where did you learn that trick?" I asked.
"From you. You use bounce flash when you're taking pictures," she paused. "And I read about it on-line."
"On-line?" I asked as I gathered up the clothes I'd shed onto the floor.
"Yeah. I've been reading about the best ways to film sex scenes."
"Oh," I said softly. I had no idea she'd been researching that.
"Grab the restraints from the drawer will you." It was more of an order than a request. "Be sure you get the leather ones and not the nylon ones. Leather will look much better."
I got exactly what she was asking for.
She stood back from the bed and surveyed the room. "Ok. I think that looks pretty good."
"What are you planning on recording this with?" I asked. We didn't own a video camera and the elaborate set up was more than she'd ever done with a camera phone.
Barbara's ears flashed red. "Well. I kind of splurged," she paused and added with a slightly defensive tone, "I used my own money." She hesitated again as if unsure how to go on, then blurted out "I got a nice digital video camera."
"Really?" I looked at her with a raised eyebrow. Barbara worked extremely hard and she was very frugal with her spending. I had absolutely no problem with anything that she might buy, but I wanted to tease her a little, so I kept wordlessly staring at her.
"I found a great deal on Craig's List for a lightly used 4K digital video camera. It came with several high capacity memory cards, and a tripod. I looked at every review for it that I could find on-line and they were all really good." The words rushed out a mile-a-minute. Her nervousness and enthusiasm were obvious. "It shoots really well in low light, which is what we need. It's got image stabilization, a Zeiss lens, and a one inch CMOS sensor for fourteen megapixel resolution."
I had no idea what she was talking about. I just smiled and hugged her.
"You're not mad are you?" she asked.
"Absolutely not," I said.
Before I could say anything else, Barbara wriggled out of my arms. "Good. I'll go grab it and get it set up. I've been practicing while you've been at work, so I know exactly what I need to do."
