"Recorded?" Marla reacted, "Oh no no no no NO, we can't have a video of anything this evening! What if it ever got out?"
I looked at Dave. Then at Chuck. Then back to Marla. I was sitting happily naked on her lap, playing with her left nipple while alternating between talking - and sucking her right nipple.
"That's exactly why we need to video, Marla." I paused for emphasis. "We need insurance. We need to have a way to be absolutely sure that what happens tonight never, ever gets spoken of to anybody outside our group. Ever."
"So why would we want VIDEO proof of what happens?"
I bit Marla's nipple a bit and rolled my eyes up to hers. "Because we're going to get video of each one of us doing something that they would never ever want anybody to know. Something that would be so embarrassing or wrong that we know that we wouldn't even talk about it to anybody. And then, we each get a copy of the video to hide / store somewhere very very safe. Frankly, I'll probably watch mine from time to time just to enjoy the memories. (I slipped a finger down to find Marla's clitoris and rubbed a few times to be sure that she understood). But also, we'll all know that if anybody did let on what's happening, that THEIR video would be used against them. See? Insurance."
I could see the thought forming in Chuck's eyes, "Soooo.... that would mean.... that we each have to do something - on video - that we absolutely couldn't ever have get out. We're going to all have to do .... something ... that we'd never want anybody else to know or see."
I nodded. And watched the realization hit Dave. And Marla. I looked to Eric, but he seemed entirely focused on watching his naked, cum-filled Mother sitting on the lap of another Mom who had just invited him to fuck her - suck on her nipple while enjoying the soft, firm feel of her other breast in her hand.
"Yeahhhh....," ultimately agreed Chuck, "it seems like a good plan. But now we need to come up with something that each of us really wouldn't want anyone to see. I mean... most of us are going to be pretty easy, but what could we have Brittany do - that she'd be ashamed of?"
Oh. Yeah. Brittany. Bratty Brit. That was an embarrassing realization as her mother - that that girl would be hard to embarrass. Which made it even more necessary that we find something to hold over her. Something to be sure that she wouldn't go bragging that she fucked her own Dad.
"We'll have to think on that one," I advised, then prompted, "Dave, go get the waterproof GoPro and let's make a porn!"
"C'mon, Marla," I said as I reluctantly slid off her lap - giving one last pinch to her nipples as I did, "Let's strip your husband."
Somehow, Chuck had managed to remain fully clothed except for losing his shirt - literally - early on. Perhaps his "luck" was because the rest of us were intentionally trying to lose and that hadn't occurred to him to try. In any case, it was heart-warming to see the love in Marla's eyes as, naked, she joined me in urging her husband up out of his seat, then running her hands all the way from his bare feet - up his legs, over the waistband of his jeans, up his lightly-furred belly and more-furred chest - winding up with her hands under his arms. She then spread her arms to lift Chuck's and leave him standing like a scarecrow: arms outstretched. Chest bared. Ready to be stripped by two lustful moms.
Dave re-entered the room loudly proclaiming, "I got the camera. All ready....Oh!" as he viewed his friend standing half naked before two completely-naked women: his wife and his friend's wife. "Well, then, let me just start filming right now!," Dave said as he held the GoPro up and pressed the "record" button. "Whenever you're ready, ladies!"
Marla moved to Chuck's right side, so I took my cue and stood at his left, Chuck facing Dave and the camera.
I tilted my head and raised my eyebrows at Marla, asking "What now?"
