Insufficient Funds 1

It all began with my taking a Porsche for a test drive, totally on a whim. Had I only known where this would lead over time?

If you read my prior story, you will know that I passed his credit check to get a new car. It was a bit of an impromptu credit check by my husband. My interest in a convertible sports car prompted my husband to negotiate a means for me to earn the car.

His credit check was my allowing him to screw me while we were on Saturday morning run on one of our favorite nearby mountain trails. The spot he had chosen was at an opening in plain view of anyone coming up a series of switchbacks immediately below the overlook where we were standing.

I was stark naked with the exception of my running shoes as David was taking me from behind.

Watching the trail below us as I realized there were two guys working their way up the switchbacks. My reaction to the realization that we were on the verge of being discovered surprised me, along with a rush of fear it also heightened my physical arousal.

Once they had spotted us, one of them used the camera on his phone to capture a video of our carnal act. The sensory overload resulted in an entirely unexpected and astonishing climax.

In the past, we had our share of interesting intimate experiences. Our adventure on the trail had been a big move in pushing the envelope far beyond anything we had ever done before.

My husband had made it clear that it was not a case of being unsatisfied with our love life. At the same time, he wanted to explore some new experiences. To be more specific, he was looking for my submitting to be his personal sex toy.

Our tryst in the woods had pushed me beyond my comfort zone. I was still in a bit of disbelief of what we had done, yet it was impossible to deny that it had been a completely electrifying experience. I could feel how it had pushed me across a boundary and continued to stir emotions days afterward. I would find myself drifting back to leaning against the railing of the overlook, completely exposing myself to anyone to see, with David taking me from behind.

At our office building, we have a small balcony where I will sometimes step out to take a call on my cell. One afternoon as I was leaning against the railing talking to a friend, I found my mind drifting back. After I had finished the call, I stayed there for a moment still leaning against the rail imagining that David was behind me thrusting his hips against my bum. Just thinking of the experience was getting me aroused and wanting to get home to David so I could seduce him into making love to me.

I was not sure if our exhibitionist tryst on the running trail would prove to be a quirky one-time event. Over the days that followed, my husband would drop little questions or innuendos. It became apparent that he was discreetly probing and accessing my responses. I was careful with my responses, not wanting to appear overly anxious in venturing further into the proverbial rabbit hole that my husband was taunting me to enter. I finally started to ask David where these questions were leading. To my dismay, he remained elusive and skirted my questions.

On Friday of that week, David sent a text asking me to meet him for dinner that night at one of our favorite restaurants. When I arrived, he was waiting at the bar with a glass of wine ready for me. We started with small talk while waiting for our table. Once seated, David ordered another round of drinks.

After the waitress had left with our drink order, David segued our conversation, "I have been thinking about creating a bucket list. You know, a list of all those things you want to do in your life while you are still young enough to enjoy them."

"That sounds like a great idea. I would love to have a list of things that we have always wanted to do. That is unless of course it is something like running with the bulls in Spain. If that is on your list of things to do then you are on your own for that one."

David gave me a bit of a sly grin, "Oh don't worry, I don't have a single thing on the list that won't include you. You see, it's not your traditional bucket list. My list is a bit more risqué. Frankly, it is a list for my sex toy to fulfill for me." David paused. He studying me attempting to assess my reaction.

In the silence that followed, I decided not to ease his tension by responding. David knew that he had ventured out onto a limb here. Looking into his eyes, I cocked my head to the side and took a sip of my wine doing my best not to give anything away.

I had given David no choice but to venture further out onto his limb. After a few moments of silence, he continued, "This bucket list consist of different scenarios, locations, and activities. Each item on this list will be for my sex toy to fulfill as payments for the new sports car that you desire."

I set my glass of wine on the table and established solid eye contact before beginning my response. "Desire?" pausing long enough so that single word would hang on its own for a bit. "That was an interesting choice. I get the distinct impression here the desire is more related to these so called payments and your desire for my performing an assortment of sexual escapades. There is a lot more desire in your list opposed to my passing interest in a sports car."

David chose to ignore my comment and continued. Attempting to balance the conversation, he pushed on to express that his expectations included my providing input to the items on "our" list, creating a shared list.

I interrupted for a moment, "Before I even consider adding things to this list of yours, I would like to understand just where you are taking this. I get the feeling that you setting the stage for me to arrange a threesome with one of my girlfriends?"

David let out a chuckle, "I was honestly not going there. But if that is something that is on your bucket list, we could talk about it."

I lightly kicked his shin under the table, with an appropriate comment about is attempting to live out the ultimate male fantasy. "Don't think that all of a sudden you are a prince in shining armor because you are not asking for a threesome with one of my girlfriends. Why don't you give me an idea of what is on this list of yours?"

From there, he began sharing some of the things on his bucket list. He started out slowly. I wasn't terribly alarmed at anything quite yet; some of his ideas sounded kind of fun. The ideas ranged from relatively tame to more audacious.

A simple but risky proposal was my bringing lunch to his office and having sex right there on his office desk. One of his more outrageous proposals was my competing in a strip club amateur night. I was frankly more surprised that he had already done some research and had found a club in the city that holds these competitions on a regular basis. I made it clear that this one was pushing his luck.

Then came one of his ideas that frankly intrigued me and made me feel uncomfortable at the same time. David proposed my going to the bar of an upscale hotel by myself dressed shall we say to attract attention. My mission would be flirting with and taunting the businessmen that were away from their wives. David would arrive after me and watch from a distance. Once he felt that I had teased the business travelers long enough, he would sweep me away to an elaborate hotel suite where we would have hotel room sex for the rest of the evening.

You see, while David and I were dating, I would frequently go out with girlfriends stirring up trouble at nightclubs. It was fun to taunt guys at the clubs. The thought of playing the mischievous vixen with complete strangers sounded kind of fun. With David nearby provided a safety. Besides, I would get the added benefit of taunting him from a distance as well. I did my best not to let on that he had sparked my interest.

Again he paused for a moment assessing my reaction. A bit of a smug grin spread across his face as he realized I was not objecting up to this point. I was wondering if I had somehow tipped him off that this last idea had piqued my interest. After a brief pause, he continued, "So, that video that your audience caught last weekend."

"My audience?" I interrupted, "I do believe 'our' audience of the two boys was probably more interested in watching you instead of me." I smirked a bit, as David understood my reference that the two guys who had watched our little show in the woods turned out to be a gay couple.

David laughed at my comment yet managed to stay on topic. "Anyway, you know that I was disappointed that the video they posted was not that good. Between not holding the phone steady to being too far away, it took a bit of imagination to figure out what was really going on in the video. Anyway, I have learned about a video production company in Las Vegas that helps couples produce high-quality movies. It all works out great since I have a conference in Las Vegas later this month."

"I will leave early for the trip and take you with me so we can spend the weekend in Las Vegas. The video crew likes to schedule these shoots on weekends so it does not interfere with their regular work during the week. Everything is working out that we can make our movie on that Sunday with plenty of time for you to catch an early evening flight and be back home before it gets too late."

I sat up and took a deep breath. "Wait, do I understand you correctly? Are you saying that you want me to have sex in front of a camera crew to create a porn movie?" Argh! That totally came out louder than I wanted. Blushing a bit, I glanced at the tables nearby. The couple sitting nearest to us obviously overheard my little outburst. They both quickly looked away as I glanced in their direction, although neither of them could conceal their giggling.

David didn't deny it. He just said, "When buying a car you need to come up with the down payment. It's not like you are buying a used Chevy. Besides, I know that you are not entirely adverse to the idea of making a movie. During our diving trip to the Caribbean last summer, you were quite the enthusiastic participant playing around with the new camera. I watched the video again this week. It is unmistakable that you enjoyed role-playing in front of the camera. As a matter of fact, you put on quite the show."

I bit my lip, he was right. When we made our movie, it was kind of fun. But that was also during a vacation in the Caribbean and after a few too many drinks. David's proposition was going way beyond the idea of capturing us in our most intimate of moments in complete privacy. He was talking about a full-blown video crew being there in the room with us, recording everything. Then what would happen to the video? I took another sip from my wine, followed by another. For the moment, my head was spinning as I was digesting what David was proposing. While I was a bit overwhelmed by David suggesting such a thing, at the same time I had to admit that I was slightly taken by the thought. It was at that moment that I believe David realized he had me.

Interrupting my quiet contemplation, David continued, "The video crew is available the Sunday afternoon before the conference I am attending. They have requested that we confirm by Monday morning. Their director has also given me a list of things to think about ahead of time. They recommended that you schedule a waxing a few days before the shoot. You don't have to wax everything off, but they did recommend having it done professionally vs. doing it yourself. You know me, personally I prefer you to at least keep a nice little landing strip. However, if you prefer to go completely bare, it is up to you. I have the rest of the details in an email. I'll send it to you when we get home."

I gulped a bit at the realization that David had momentum on this moving down the path to scheduling the crew right down to waxing my lady bits. My mind was still churning on the idea that David had even proposed the idea. I had not even gotten to the point of processing his proposal. Still holding my wine glass I took another sip, although this time I think it was more than a gulp as I finished my glass. David waved to the waitress to order another glass of wine for me.

"After we are done with the video shoot on Sunday afternoon, you can fly home that night. I will be in Las Vegas attending the event for most of the week. Once I get home, we will go pick out your car. After all, your down payment will be securely deposited, so to speak. I am assuming that you want to go convertible, right? Do you have a color picked out yet?"

David was trying his best at moving smoothly from the most controversial topic of asking me to perform in front of a camera crew making a porn scene straight to picking out the color my new sports car.

I moved the conversation off his video proposal and moved back to the broader picture. "Down payment?" I asked. "You seem to be working on a very assumptive conclusion here. You are asking for down payment and setting up payment terms, all before making sure that I really want the car. I think that you could have a potential career as a car salesman."

David had a strong, confident look on his face. "We are not really negotiating here. What we are doing is finding ways to open ourselves to new opportunities, to experience things that most people never imagine possible. Imagine being able to experience things that are on the edge that most people don't even dare to dream of going there. The sports car is nothing more than a symbol that you have broken away from the pack in capturing not only your dreams but your innermost desires."

David was trying to move the conversation into some abstract vision of what he was really asking, and he has always been good with negotiations. I instinctively moved the conversation back to reality. "I believe we are negotiating. You are asking me to become a porn star, baring everything and having sex in front of a group of strangers. This is more than negotiating terms for a new sports car. I don't recall any of my girlfriends ever having to become a porn star as part of getting a new car or anything else for that matter. Maybe they will put on some slutty lingerie or treat their husband to a blowjob. Besides, it's not like I don't make a good income on my own. You do remember that I have a law degree don't you? And even though I am still starting out, I am still making good money, right?"

I knew that I had unloaded a bit as I took a breath. The timing of our waitress was almost on queue as she appeared with another glass of wine. Her presence helped to put a momentary pause on our conversation as I thanked her and took a sip of wine.

David paused for a moment as we both collected out thoughts. This was not going the way he had hoped. "Look at it this way. How many couples try and create a home movie and they get mediocre results or even worse with their home video camera? Remember the video that we created on vacation? The end result wasn't great and definitely did not capture the moment. This is a unique opportunity and something just for us. We don't have to tie this to your new sports car, think of this as something as an opportunity. How many of your friends will ever have this kind of an opportunity ever in their lives?"

Again, David paused as he studied my response. Feeling it was time for a bit of levity, David tossed into the conversation, "Besides, how many of your friends drive a sports car that cost $90,000? Do you think they could get that wearing a bit of lingerie and a blowjob? Or are you trying to negotiate for an even more elaborate car?"

Again David was trying to move off the real topic as I steered us back on track. "Something for us? I think this is more of something for you. Is this your way of creating you own personal porn for business trips? Will this be a late night entertainment for your hotel room? You know, there are other options including using video calls at night when you travel." As nonchalantly as possible I undid a button on my blouse. "Wouldn't seeing me live be much better?"

Smiling, David leaned forward. "Unfortunately the internet speed at most hotels won't support video. So your answer is, yes this is my way of taking you with me on business trips. When I am alone in the hotel room at night and sexually frustrated that you are not there, I can grab a bottle of lotion, start up the video on my laptop and, well let's say relieve my frustration."

I was a bit surprised at David's candor and matter of fact admission of jacking off in his hotel room while away from home. It's not like the idea of him doing it surprised me, but the openness caught me a bit off-guard. "Maybe I like it when you come home from a business trip with pent up frustration. You know that I like teasing you just before you leave on a business trip to make sure that you know I will be waiting for you when you get home. Remember a couple weeks back when I dropped you off at the airport and you had to strategically place your jacket to hide your hard-on?"

As I spoke, I slowly pulled at my open blouse intending to show him a bit more cleavage when the next button popped open on my shirt. I chose not to do anything about the button at that moment. I just shrugged and took another sip of my wine. Now on my third glass of wine, it was giving me a bit more courage than normal as David smiled with his eyes glued to my cleavage.

It was right about this time in our conversation that another couple was seated at a table right next to us. Close enough that we both changed the conversation onto something more suitable for our suroundings.

Through the rest of dinner despite the discussion at hand, my mind was still churning on David's idea of creating a full-blown porn movie. He was right that when we were on vacation that I thoroughly enjoyed recording our own little video.

In my mind, I was starting to imagine performing not just for a camera, but a full camera crew. Having so many buttons open on my blouse and exposing more than a little of my bra and cleavage was fueling my thoughts of displaying myself to a camera. This idea of blatantly revealing not just my body but being bared in a very carnal way was stirring in my mind.

I started to think what it might have been like to have a real video when I allowed David to take me on the mountain trail. The idea of capturing the moment felt wicked. But it also lost the appeal of putting my body on full display to anyone that wouild stumble upon us in our moment of passion.

At some point during dinner, it dawned on me that we could take another attempt at creating our own video at home. As David and I chatted during dinner, my mind was churning on how to best play this out. It needed to be a video tailored for my husband to view while on a business trips. I glanced at my watch to confirm that it had not gotten terribly late, as I contemplated my plans for the rest of the evening. We have a camera and tripod, what else did we really need.

As I finished my meal, I excused myself to the ladies room. I took the opportunity to remove my thong and placed it in my purse.

When I returned, the waitress had dropped off the desert menu. David ordered an espresso. I declined and told David, "Since we both have our cars here, I am going to get a head start so I can get ready."

David asked, "Get ready?"

"Just take your time. I will be waiting for you at home. You won't be disappointed." I stood up, kissed him on the cheek, and dropped my panties into his lap. Without looking back, I left the restaurant.

Once at home I retrieved the camera and tripod on my way to the bedroom. After setting it up on the corner of the bed, I flipped the view screen of the camera around facing forward so I could see myself once on the bed. After pulling the covers off, I lay down on the bed to make sure the camera was lined up to catch the action.