AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is Chapter 5 of the saga of Tom and Liz Raines. Most of it will not make sense unless you have read at least the first chapter. Thanks to all who have stuck with the story, and for the comments and encouragement.
As always, if this subject matter appeals to you, read on, and I hope you enjoy their tale. If not, please select another story by another fine author on this site.
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The few days after Darla's visit their lives returned to normal, working and living as they had before Liz had herself 'adjusted' (as she had taken to calling it), and their lovemaking returned to normal as well. Tom appreciated these resets, as it gave his life balance; the wild things they had done and enjoyed were so far outside of his norm, that he felt he needed to take a step back from the precipice afterwards. Their regular routines during the week reassured him and settled him, and he defaulted to pursuing his more extreme satisfaction to the weekends, when they had time to play.
Not to say that their sex on weeknights was all tame and missionary, although some of it was. He tried not to ask her to do anything, attempting to have his former life and wife back, and allowed her to enjoy the sex without his direction. But at least once during the week he'd get an urge, and tell her he wanted to fuck her ass, or cum on her face, or in her mouth, and she'd grin devilishly and do it with enthusiasm. He was starting to believe he had the best of all possible worlds.
This weekend he would indulge his newest fantasy, the video camera. Liz had given him the idea when they had looked at porn on the internet a few weeks ago, and he'd thought of how great it would be not just to remember what she'd done, but actually see it, re-live it. He'd bought the camera last weekend, and had spent some time on the controls during the weeknight evenings. On Thursday evening he prepared for Friday night and his first video. He imagined the scenario in his head, telling Liz to perform for the camera, to talk to it, to say the nastiest things in the filthiest language. He imagined her eyes lighting up with excitement, spreading her legs for the camera, fingering herself, fingering her ass, sucking her fingers, excited and thrilled to be doing it for him. He imagined his cock slipping into her shaved cunt, and watching it later, seeing her cum, hearing her call out her climax, begging for his cum. What a collection he could create!
On Friday morning she announced that she had her period. Neither of them had ever been a fan of doing it while she was menstruating, and he had no desire to tell her to do that now. But on the way to work, he changed his plan, and decided that she could suck his cock instead. He imagined facial videos, cumming on her tongue, smearing it on her face with his cock, watching her lick it off his balls. He saw her face in his mind, looking into the camera, her mouth stuffed with his cock, telling him how much she wanted to swallow his hot cum. He was nearly giddy with excitement, and the day seemed to last forever.
During dinner it was all he could think of, anticipating the moment when he showed her the camera, seeing the thrill on her face as she agreed; no, as she leaped at the opportunity. He helped her clean up after the meal, and they settled into the den. He opened a bottle of wine, gave her a glass, and told her he'd be right back. He went to his home office to retrieve the camera, and came back to the den, grinning like a child with a new toy, hiding it behind his back.
"What are you up to?" she asked, smiling slyly, sharing the excitement in whatever surprise he was about to spring. He loved that look, and his heart leaped a little. He loved her. "You know I have my period. Don't tell me THAT'S one of your fantasies?" she grinned.
"No, not that. I want you to suck me off."
"You got it," she said cheerily, putting down her wine, and slipping off the chair. "How would you like it? Slow and sensual? Fast and nasty?" She got on her knees, and beckoned him to her, but he didn't move, yet. "You want me topless? You want to cum in my mouth? Tell me how you want your dick sucked, baby."
He took the camera from behind his back. "I want it on video."
Her grin disappeared, and her face went blank. "I don't think so." She said flatly. She began getting up as Tom became flustered and frantic at how this had so quickly parted from his imagined scenario.
"But ..."
"I don't think I can do that."
"But we watched those...on the internet, the ones you showed me ..." he stammered. "I thought that..." He wondered what happened. She was supposed to agree, to do it enthusiastically. Isn't that what the 'adjustment' was all about?
"It's too dangerous," she said, "they could end up on the internet."
"Liz, honey, I'm not going to post them on the net. They're for me, for us. No one will ever see you, you don't have to worry about that."
"Too risky, I think." She looked at him with no expression. "I don't think they'll allow it."
"They-?" he began, and was jolted by her mention of Organization, and the true nature of her adjustment and his agreement. He had given 'them' no thought at all in his pursuit of his fantasies so far and he suddenly felt shamefully short-sighted. They had limits. His chest tightened, and his hands clenched. Them, their secrecy, and their control over their clients, THEY were now going to get between him and his fantasies? With his own WIFE? He cursed their meddling influence over her, at the same time he struggled to regain his goal. "This has nothing to do with them," he denied, "this is about us, about me and you, enjoying ourselves. This is about you-"
"If it gets on the net, someone could see, something could be said," she answered, "they would find out. They are protective of their identity, you know that."
