Amelia returned to the bedroom with two glasses of chardonnay and carefully passed one over to the bed to Noah, who she found lounging on his back in his pajama pants. The large TV on the wall across from the bed washed the dark bedroom in a vibrant orange light, the beach sunset photo from their recent vacation filling the whole screen. Amelia climbed carefully onto the bed and sat against the headboard with her own glass, angling herself to make sure her scarlet lingerie under her bathrobe was hidden - a secret she'd save for later.
With a click from Noah, the screen switched to a new photo: a plate of Cordon Bleu, sliced into disks arranged neatly in a row, paired with a side of broccoli, and set near two small pools of white sauce.
"Ooh! This one's from that French restaurant by the shore," Amelia paused mid-sip to commentate. She had to admit, his idea of celebrating their anniversary reviewing all of their recent vacation photos was a cozy way to spend their evening. "Which means the next one..."
Noah took the cue and clicked the remote again. A video clip started playing. On an outdoor restaurant patio, dressed in a black evening gown, Amelia sat opposite from the camera, across a candlelit table with polished-off dishes scattered across. She briefly smiled at the camera then turned away, gazing off into the distance somewhere to the left. In response, the camera panned in that direction. Over the railing, a calm and cozy bay, barely visible in the dark, could be made out in the video clip. Hundreds of lights from stores and homes across the way dotted the edges of the black void.
"It didn't show as well on video as I would have liked," Noah lamented, "but at least we remember how great the view was."
"I think we must've stayed there for at least a half hour after eating."
"Right, and we only left when I managed to pry you from the table."
After another click, the screen flipped to a photo of a line of modest-looking stores, their signs and storefronts tinted yellow in the glow of two or three street lamps along the main road.
"This was after dinner." Noah set his glass of wine down on the bedside table closest to him, and shifted closer to his wife. "We stopped by that one ceramic shop afterwards, but it's not in this photo."
Amelia pointed towards the screen. "Then... I think we tried the hat shop, which was closed... Then the gift shop, which is that one on the right. I had to talk you out of getting that t-shirt with the chicken on it."
Noah clicked the remote, and another video clip started playing. This time, the camera portrayed a hotel room, but from an awkward countertop angle. A slender young woman sat meekly at the foot of the hotel bed, wearing only her modest underwear, and covering her chest with her forearm. The camera shook and tilted about until the bed was centered in frame, and a charming young man in his boxers joined her at the bed.
With the man's entry into frame, the actors suddenly turned blurry as the camera attempted to correct its focus. Behind the blurry characters, the fine details of a navy blue wall came into view, dazzling with occasional white and yellow star patterns that sparkled against the hotel lamp lights. As soon as Amelia could recognize the environment, the camera corrected itself and returned its focus back on the barely-clothed actors on the bed.
"Huh?" Amelia tilted her head. "This looks like the hotel we stayed at, but what's this?"
"Sooooo... I snuck this into our slideshow, as a special surprise." Noah cozied up alongside her, placed his hand on her waist, and warmly pressed the side of his body against hers. "I happened to find an adult video online - a naughty video - of a young couple who videotaped themselves in that exact same hotel we were at."
Amelia raised an eyebrow, but laughed anyway, and leaned into his embrace. For a porno, Noah sure found a weird one. The man in the video had placed a commanding hand on her shoulder, and started gently swaying his partner around. Amelia heard him console her in a deep and soothing tone, but the camera was too far away to make out the words.
In only a matter of seconds, the woman's head started tilting and swaying along with his pushes. With each turn, her face relaxed more, and her muscles lost their tenseness. Despite how little he effort he used to push her around, her head swayed more dramatically in circles, leaving Amelia wondering how much swaying was her own effort.
"Are they doing some kink shit?", Amelia joked.
The shrugging of Noah's shoulders jostled her. "I guess so. I didn't exactly, uh... screen the whole thing before I added it, I just skimmed. We can skip it in a minute, but real quick: do you happen to remember the name of this hotel?"
Amelia drew a blank. She squinted her eyes trying to recall, but could still see the man in the video, who now swung his other hand around and placed a finger on his partner's forehead. At his touch, she instantly went completely limp in his arms - head drooped, eyes shut, arms flopped - as he held her upright. The swirls and stars on the wall behind the perverts caught Amelia's eye again, as sparkling white dots on a navy blue background.
"Was it... something spacey? Celestial?" Amelia guessed, drawing a blank.
Noah shook her a bit. "Come onnnn, I can remember. Try to remember."
Amelia thought it odd how insistently he asked. Normally, his pestering and teasing would have hit their limit by now, and she'd tell him so. Yet Amelia felt remarkably lax in her husband's arms, head buzzing from the wine. There wasn't much she wanted to do than just watch the weird sex video. Not that the man on screen was even doing anything interesting or sexy at the moment, just talking in a deep and relaxing voice to the nearly naked woman, who looked barely conscious.
"I don't really remember. Honest." Noah's grip on her made the questioning even weirder. She considered how another man having such a hold of her would otherwise feel possessive and controlling. Yet With Noah, she was right at home in his arms. "Do, uh... you know?"
Without adjusting his stance at all, Noah replied, "Do I remember? Maybe... Do yooooou remember?"
Amelia sighed.
The woman on screen suddenly opened her eyes and stood up, alert, and full of energy. With a new smirk, she then eyed up her partner and began to gyrate her hips seductively in his direction. Her hands snaked and wiggled upwards into the air, then slid slowly down her sides. Now that she'd turned away from the camera to face her partner, the toned curves of her butt shimmied for Amelia's entertainment. It was all incredibly distracting from whatever nonsense Noah was bothering her about.
Noah lurched suddenly in front of Amelia, and temporarily broke her concentration. She blinked and watched him relieve her of her wine glass in her hand. Just in time, too, as she'd unknowingly let it so far over, it felt like a miracle that she hadn't ruined their bedsheets. She wondered how much she already had to drink, then wondered why she couldn't remember.
The video hadn't stopped playing, and the dancing woman now went from shaking her booty to slowly and dramatically drawing wide circles with her hips. With each orbit, she turned her whole body further and further away from the man on the bed, until she faced completely away from him. Now that Amelia could see her dreamy face again, she couldn't tell how much of the dancer's smile reflected her sly intentions to titillate her partner, and how much was an effect of the spell he had on her.
What sort of thoughts would a mindless dancer have, Amelia pondered. Did she have enough self-awareness to enjoy her own dancing? Or would she only do as she was told without giving it a second thought? Or could she enjoy it simply because he told her to? Amelia never had a mind for whatever kink the couple had, but her legs squirmed at the thought of having her thoughts and feelings played with.
Teasing her audience of one, the gorgeous woman on screen slowly slipped her panties down over her hips, and down her legs.
Amelia heard Noah chime in again, "Try to remember, dear." The softness in his voice cushioned any chance of disrupting her attention.
Amelia's eyes trailed the panties sliding down, further down her thighs, down her calves. Amelia jerked slightly, realizing her own head had tilted forward from following along. She caught herself and perked up again, but whether it was grogginess or tipsiness, she recognized that it took an unexpected amount of conscious effort to stay upright.
The panties were below the view of the camera, but Amelia had full view of the leaned-over woman's dangling bust, hammocked comfortably by well-fitted bra, as she shifted her feet below the camera's view. She couldn't recall looking this intensely at another woman's body before, but in the moment, she also couldn't imagine taking her eyes off the screen. Despite her best wishes, she could feel her own eyes resist her efforts to consume every detail. It took conscious effort to fight the growing weight of her eyelids, and she fought her head's urge to tilt.
The man's voice in the video could be heard more clearly now. "Freeze," he ordered. Every slight motion in her body completely halted. Amelia could feel even her own breath pause for a second. After a second, the woman's slight swaying made it clear that the video hadn't just froze.
He commanded again, "Stand up straight and tall." The woman shot upright, giving Amelia a new view of her slim belly and cute bush. The woman's earlier smile had dropped completely, transformed into a vacant and expressionless stare. If any emotion could be gleamed, Amelia could sense some concentration in her eyes, and determination to quickly follow instructions. Amelia gazed at her nudity, astounded by how unaware she seemed about her most intimate parts being fully on display. The woman's hands now laid comfortably at her sides, with no intention to cover her exposed pussy.
Amelia imagined the woman wanted to cover herself, but couldn't bring herself to act on it. She watched the woman's emotionless face and imagined her exploding on the inside with embarrassment. Amelia imagined those urges manifesting in subtle sways and twitches in the woman's hands - fighting, struggling, desperately pushing her body to wrap her hands and arms over herself and bring an end to her indecent exposure.
