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."
"Practicing?" I thought to myself, realizing just how serious she was about this.
"Oh. And you'll be on the bed in the restraints, so start getting them on," she called over her shoulder as she rushed out of the room.
I trust my wife beyond measure. It's the very heart of our relationship and it's one of the things that makes out sex life so great. I will do absolutely anything with her. But when she said that I was going to be tied up mostly naked while she videotaped me, my anxiety spiked.
Barbara came back into the room with the camera and tripod. "Why aren't you on the bed? And you haven't put on the leather straps," she scolded.
"Uh, uh," I stammered.
"You're not afraid are you?" It was both a question and an accusation.
I didn't know what to say. I was afraid; not of what she might do to or with me, but about her recording it.
As she frequently does, Barbara seemingly read my mind. She stopped setting up the camera and reached for my hand. "I love you more than anything in the world and would never do anything to hurt you. This is supposed to be fun and I know it will be. But if you don't want to do this, we won't."
The room fell silent as we gazed at each other. The mysterious and deep bond that we share resonated. I could hear it throbbing, telling me that I was the star of her show; her idol, her fantasy, and could make her dreams come true. My heart soared. I had no idea what was going to happen next, but in that moment, without the slightest doubt or hesitation, whatever it was, I wanted to, needed to, be part of it. I squeezed her hand. "Anything with you," I said.
Barbara smiled widely, her eyes danced with light. "Good." She kissed me tenderly, then ordered, "Let's get going." She was back in charge and resumed setting up the video gear.
I grinned and began strapping on the leather wrist and ankle restraints.
"I have only a rough idea of what I want to happen. The rest we'll just make up as we go," she glanced up from adjusting the camera, a knowing smile across her face. "We do a pretty good job of that anyway, don't we?"
I couldn't help but get caught up in her enthusiasm. "Where do you want me now?" I asked.
"On the bed. Just lay down and I'll get you all set up in a second."
I finished wrapping the leather restraints around my wrists and ankles and laid down. Flat on my back, my cock bulged up in the snug leopard print g-string. I could feel the cool linen sheets against the bare skin of my butt. The thin string of the skimpy underwear nestled into my crack and pressed against my hole. As she regularly did, Barbara had just waxed all the hair off my cock and balls and from around my anus the day before My freshly bare skin was extremely sensitive and the feel of soft cotton rubbing against me made my cock begin to swell. The sensations were heightened by knowing that it was about to be recorded. My cock throbbed.
"Mmmm. I like what I'm seeing," Barbara muttered as she looked through the camera's viewfinder at me.
I rocked my hips upward.
"Yes. I like that," she said. "I definitely want to capture plenty of that."
