After the tape ended, Tony just sat on the sofa. Spent from his own efforts, and mentally wondering about his lovely wife Anna. He went and found the number she gave him to her hotel and called her. The voice on the other end stated she had checked out two days ago, new destination unknown. "That's odd" Tony thought, "she still had four days of training left before she returns." He replayed the tape, this time looking for any clue as to whom or what was moving the camera in and out on his Ann. Not a clue was visible. He sat back and wondered about this string of eventsβ¦
For about two years he had dropped hints, some subtle, some not so subtle about Ann with another man. Most every time she had rebuked his comments. Short and simple. "She was not," she said, "interested in another in their sex life." Still, he had made comments, and over the past year, had seen a general lessening of her stated objections. Enough so that he had begun to also add that he wanted to be present if it ever happened, to see it, to watch in person. She always commented that "if and that was a big nonexistent if, she were to consider such a thing, she didn't now how she would feel, or even if she would be able to do anything if he was in the room." But this, well this was totally unexpected. He found himself excited and a bit fearful, if he was honest with himself, over this turn of events. Part of the reason he wanted to be present, was just to offer her some protection, a sense of security. Something he felt he needed to do. Yes, he wanted to see it, to watch it, knowing he'd be both nervous and excited at the same time, but still around in case anything went wrong or got out of hand.
The rest of the day wore on at a torturously slow pace. He did work out, but his heart was not in it. He knocked off early and returned home to watch the tape yet a third time. This time he decided to watch it simply for what it was, an exciting piece of video with a sexy woman playing with herself on it. It did get him hot, he admitted, it got his blood up. As he watched the tape, he again began to stroke and play with himself. About half way through, he began to wonder about the male voice. What did he look like, what color was he? That sort of thing. He became even more aroused. He chose to put a person to the face, and imagine what might have happened after the camera stopped recordingβ¦
Once his mind drifted off in that direction, it didn't take long for Tony to cum. Shooting off all over his hands, he kept up a solid stroke until he couldn't take the sensations anymore. He just couldn't believe how hot and excited this had gotten himβ¦
Tony had watched the tape at least six times when he finally went to bed. He did have to work tomorrow.
The next day as Tony arrived home, the UPS truck pulled up in front of his house again. He signed for the package, and noticing the return address as the same from yesterday, ran inside, tearing at the packaging as he did so. As he pulled out a new video tape he found himself struggling to breath. "Easy," he told himself. "Lets just get comfortable and see what this one is all about."
Turning on the VCR, Tony dropped down on to the couch and kicked off his shoes. The tape opened with his wife on her hands and knees, looking right in to the camera. She was dressed in a black silk camisole, he couldn't tell if she was wearing any panties.