Filming My Wife

This is a true story, that I still go back to quite often.

Before I retired, I used to travel a lot to Asia and all over Europe and weeks away from home tended to make me very keen for sex when I got back home.

My wife, Toni, is a very beautiful brunette. Her Romanian heritage makes her dark skinned, with a fine profile - her high cheeks bones and strong nose are very distinctive and much admired. She dresses with great taste and has an incredibly sexy, voluptuous body. Even as she enters her late 60s, the eyes are always on her. Men just drool over her, but she is very shy and self effacing, which makes her all the more attractive. The truth is that men just want to fuck her and she seems not to notice.

On long return flights, I would be fantasizing about what I'd want to do with Toni when I arrived home and it was always something risqué, something to push us right to the edge. Sadly, we rarely played these fantasies out.

In spite of her great beauty and her attractiveness to other men, I believe she has always been faithful to me. I can't really understand why, having drawn the crowds. How has she never been tempted? She certainly had a colorful sex life before she met me and I am troubled with jealousy about the men who had her before me. The thought of her hands guiding another man's hard cock into her, while she lies naked in his huge bed, knickers on the floor, her fabulous breasts exposed and of her coming hard and him emptying his load all over her belly, is almost too difficult to contemplate. In my 70s now, I'm tortured by those sexual encounters all these years on. Why?

Asian flights land in my country pretty early in the morning, so when I used to arrive back home, the kids would always be in school and the opportunity was wide open for some much needed private time with my wife.

Returning from Japan one day, I had dreamed up the most wonderful fantasy that she would let me film her masturbating. For some reason, women masturbating has always had a great fascination to me - watching a woman pleasure herself, knowing exactly what works and what doesn't is beautiful and terribly exciting to watch.

When I arrived home she was really pleased to see me and, over a cup of coffee, I blurted out my fantasy. Would she bite, or would she just push me away and say that she was way too shy? Rather than outright rejection, she went silent, thinking...

My heart was pounding while she mused on the idea.

"Hmm, what do you want me to do, exactly?" she whispered.

I could hardly believe my ears. Was she really considering my idea?

I went upstairs and got out a small leather waistcoat and asked her to get changed into just her knickers, ankle socks and the waistcoat, with no bra underneath. The waistcoat should be buttoned up. She was to follow my instructions to the letter.

We went into the dining room where we had a large wooden dining table. I instructed her to climb onto it and lie on her back, which she did. I started filming, while gently telling her what to do.

I told her to very slowly unbutton the waistcoat and to fondle her breasts. She obliged. Her perfect red fingernails pinched and twisted her nipples and very soon they were excited and very erect. Oh, what a joy!

She was gradually losing her inhibitions.

I asked her to run her right hand slowly down across her belly and and to stroke the outside of her knickers. She found her groove quickly. was already quite wet, but I didn't want her to come yet. Oh no, there was more to come...

"Now, slip your right hand into your knickers and start exploring yourself" I told her.

Her fingers worked slowly around her labia, then I could see them focus on her clitoris and then, finally, I saw her fingers move inside her. Her breathing started to change and her legs moved apart a little. By now, I knew this was going to have an explosive result.

"Is it time for those knickers to come off?" I asked. She nodded and raised her pelvis and slid them off silently, dropping them on the floor. This was really sensational.

At my request, she moved her left hand down over her mons veneris and opened herself up, while her right hand stroked her clitoris and two fingers were pushing hard, deep inside her. It was exactly how I'd hoped it would be on the plane home.

She was getting really very worked up now. I love the way her pelvis moves as she searches for and builds up to a climax, but I asked her to stop for a moment and to turn over and get on all fours. Again, she did exactly what I told her to do.

Finally, she slipped off the waistcoat and was now completely naked on the table, on her elbows and knees. Her perfect ass was almost in my face and her breasts were brushing the table. This was unbearably exciting.

I filmed her fingers going in and out of her glistening cunt and rubbing her clitoris hard. Having initially been quite gentle, she was now becoming very aggressive. She was in charge now. Her orgasm was looming and she wanted nothing to stop it.

Her breathing was getting heavier and she was moaning loudly with pleasure. I could hardly hold the camera still, but I persevered to capture every moment. As her orgasm built, I saw her perineum and asshole start to pulsate with every finger movement on her clit and in her dripping cunt.

When it came, her orgasm was massive. She moaned and groaned and she worked her fingers hard to tease out very last drop of her orgasm. It went on and on.

I had previously agreed to erase the film, which I duly did, so the images just lie in my memory, but I can remember every movement, every cry and every moan.

What a welcome home!