Eyes closed, the woman tipped her head back with a little shake that sent her long hair falling in cascades down her bare back. Her full breasts, upturned and perhaps rouged, rose and fell with her sighing, moaning breaths. Kneeling on the lush carpeting of the sunny library, she lowered herself onto her young chauffeur’s mouth, holding her lips open with the spread fingers of one hand for his lapping tongue. She was in control and in ecstasy and looked as though she was utterly loving both.

Across the room from the TV on which the scene was playing, Christi and I cuddled closer on the bed and smiled at each other. This promised to be a good one. I read in the Arts & Entertainment section last Sunday that more than half of all x rated movies are rented by women. Making all the politically correct noises about exploitation and oppression, the columnist sounded more than a little shocked.

But I wasn’t surprised at all. If that columnist had ever been in our favorite video store on a Friday evening, she’d have seen what my wife, Christi, and I see almost every time we’re in families renting one for the kids and one for when the kids are asleep.

And if that columnist had ever rented an x rated tape with her lover, she might have discovered what Christi and I had that, besides indulging a certain natural voyeurism, the magic PLAY button can give life to unspoken fantasies. What happens on the screen sleek, sexy bodies, exotic and adventurous couplings is only part of the wildly erotic story.

Christi had never seen a blue movie until we watched one together. Maybe that was the reason she took to them with so much enthusiasm. She became an eager explorer in a new and delightful land. Everything she’d ever heard of, she wanted to see. Everything she’s ever enjoyed, she wants to enjoy vicariously. We settled on a simple arrangement she picks the movie, and I pick the wine.

Not many porn films win Academy Awards, of course, and Christi’s picked her share of duds. We talk and laugh our way through the merely inept, hit the STOP button on the crude or cruel. But when images playing on the television screen in our darkened bedroom push Christi’s buttons or my own, the room gets very warm very fast.

Truth is, we haven’t seen many closing credits in the last year and a half, since we tend to get distracted by real life kisses and fondling. In fact, some of our more memorable nights of lovemaking have started in front of what Christi calls the “fireplace.” And one of the most memorable started with a tape Christi picked out by mistake.

I remember Christi showing me the box in the store. Partners in Seduction was the title the photo on the front showed a shapely blonde sandwiched between two handsome men. The actress was standing sideways, with her hands hooked together behind her neck and her head thrown back. One man was kneeling before her and kissing her low on her tanned belly, while the other pressed against her from behind and cupped her pale white breasts in his hands.

The plot summary could have fit on a matchbox, but Christi had already made up her mind. Being “double teamed,” as she calls it, is one of her long held fantasies.

“Should we take the movie and the clerk home with us, just in case you like it?” I teased her.

“Just the movie,” she giggled, “We can always come back for the clerk.”

Later that evening, we rendezvoused in bed. Christi wore the royal blue French nightie I’d given her for Christmas and I the short black silk robe with the embroidered dragon she’d given me the last Valentine’s Day. I poured the Piesporter, and Christie picked up the remote control.

“Ready?”

“Light the fire.”

From the start we knew we were watching a no holds barred sex fest. The wicked eyed lead actress played a married woman with a liberated husband and a taste for three ways. This particular day, the local supermarket was her hunting ground.

Her game: a blond jock with more hope than nerve. In the produce section, he could only stare, a melon in each hand, as the actress spread her legs, lifted her skirt and casually made most of a cucumber disappear inside her smooth shaven slit. With her eyes closed and her head thrown back, she fucked herself slowly with the vegetable dildo. Finally, when her moans attracted a manager’s attention, she stopped, let her skirt fall and dropped the cucumber into the guy’s basket as she passed him in the aisle.

“Buy it and bring it along,” she said with a smile.

He followed her to the checkout, then out into the parking lot. At her car, she kissed him, wet and hard, her hand going to his crotch to stroke the bulge there. She whispered in his ear, “My husband, Evan, will be there. He likes to watch. He might want to join in. That’s all right, isn’t it? You wouldn’t mind, would you?”

Now they were in her bedroom, which looked sort of like a motel room, with a practically wall to wall king size bed. Ann, the woman, stripped slowly, for an audience of two the young man, Jody, standing close enough to touch her, and Evan, sitting with a cognac in a deep, cushioned comer chair. At Ann’s invitation, Jody kissed and nuzzled her breasts. Watching, Evan opened his fly and began to stroke his hugely inflated cock.

His wife, clad now in only garter belt and nylons, began to undress her nervous young prey. She kissed her way down the middle of his chest as she unbuttoned his shirt, then dropped to her knees in front of him as she unbuckled his belt and tugged his zipper down. As she took his swelling cock in her glossy mouth, Evan squirted love oil from a bottle into his palm and began to rub it all over his own erection.

Before long their eager visitor was naked and Ann was pulling him down on top of her near the edge of the bed, whispering, “Jody, Jody, fuck me, Jody.”

Legs bent and open wide, she invited his cock inside her, guiding him with her hands on his hips. She squirmed deliciously as his cock filled her and his weight pinned her to the mattress.

It was then that the husband rose, shedding his shorts as he did. He emerged from the corner, his cock jutting out like a sword and glistening with oil.

“Here it comes,” Christi said, breathlessly hopeful. “Watch.” Her hand reached for and closed around my cock. We watched, waiting for Ann to roll Jody onto his back and offer her husband access to her ass. But instead she tightened her grip on Jody, and her husband moved behind the young stallion. Then, in a slow motion moment that seared us with surprise, Evan grasped Jody’s hips in his large hands and pushed his oily cock deep into the boy’s ass.

Jody gasped, his eyes widening. He squirmed as they fucked him together, from beneath and from behind, and before long his body went rigid and he shuddered, his eyes closed, and he groaned with pleasure.

But it was not over. Scooting toward the headboard, Ann moved out from under Jody and then pulled his head down into her crotch. “Do me now,” she whispered urgently. “Lick my pussy. Make me come.”

Evan kept his grip on Jody’s hips and his cock buried deep inside the young man, and as Ann began to twist and moan under Jody’s mouth work, Evan’s thrusts became faster and more vigorous. Finally Ann locked her thighs around Jody’s head and cried out, her whole body shaking. Moments later, Evan stepped back and sprayed long threads of come across the reddened asscheeks of their conquest.

I didn’t see any more, because at that point Christi went after me with a ferocity I’d only rarely seen in her. Still clutching my cock in her fist, she burned my mouth with a kiss. I reached between her legs and found her lips so swollen that they were already parted, so wet that three fingers slipped easily inside her.

Then she pulled away from my touch, breathless. Sitting back on her heels between my legs, she looked at me hard, with a hint of a smile. “Who were you?” she demanded breathlessly. “Where were you in the movie?” She bit her lower lip like a child waiting for a treat as she waited for me to answer.

Our video watching often pushes buttons I didn’t know I had. Nobody was more surprised than I was, but when Evan stepped up to his wife’s young lover and split those cheeks with his shiny cock, I had just about shot off all over myself.

“In the middle,” I said.

Her smile widened. “Good,” she said. “Because I was the one behind you,” She pushed my legs up and apart. “Close your eyes. I’m going to borrow your cock and fuck you with it.”

It didn’t make sense at that time. But when she moved forward, still kneeling, and pulled my cock down to ease it inside her, it was as if someone had changed the polarity on our private sexual circuit.

Maybe it was the sex film. Maybe it was me being on my back, passive instead of active. Maybe it was having someone between my legs instead of the other way around. Or maybe it was just because she looked at me so wickedly when she planted the thought in my head.

But when she pushed my thighs back almost to my chest and lay on them and began to thrust her hips forward, my brain hardly knew what to do with the sensations it was receiving. It felt as though she was fucking me. And it was out of this world.

Christi leaned forward and took some of her weight on her hands, which freed her to move her hips farther and faster. A familiar wet, slapping sound filled the room. Her small breasts jounced, her hair flew. A drop of perspiration fell from her chin to my chest. I grasped her asscheeks as she had so often grasped mine and pulled her “into” me.

It couldn’t go on forever we were both too excited. I think I came first, or maybe she did. It was hard to tell. There was this wonderful fireworks moment of gasping cries and flooding sensations when we both went rigid against each other, my hands clutching her ass and hers clutching the sheets. The moment flowed into a warm side by side embrace, and I melted into her self satisfied Cheshire cat smile.

“Wow,” she said into my shoulder. “Yeah,” I said, looking the ceiling.

Slowly I realized that there were other voices in the room the videotape was still playing. Without breaking the embrace, we rearranged ourselves and the pillows so that we could see the screen. Ann and Evan were at it again with a new recruit, a freckle faced redhead. Freckles had his mouth full of Evan’s cock and his ass full of something pink and plastic and attached to a black harness Ann was wearing around her hips.

“This is not the movie I thought it was,” Christi said with false peevishness.

“Let’s ask for a refund.”

“I have a better idea,” she said. She was starting to get that animal fire look again. “Let’s buy one of those so I can do it to your ass.” She looked at me. “What would you think about that?”

I cuddled her a little closer. It was happening again. Another x rated movie was getting us talking about fantasies that were too risky to explore but too powerful to ignore. I was burning with lust.

That film inspired us to reconnoiter a few adult bookstores until we found a new toy a slender pink strap on dildo with a soft vibrating base that fit snugly against Christi’s crotch.

The first time she tried it on, we both had giggle fits, and the dildo went into the nightstand drawer unused. But the second time she put it on, we’d both had a week to think about it. Buying the dildo had been like making a promise to go back and explore that experience we’d stumbled on with the porn flick.

She was the aggressor that night, undressing me, making love to me with her mouth and her hands and refusing to let me touch her between her thighs. When her fingers moved to the pucker of my anus and began to stroke and massage there, I knew what she had in mind. Soon she was stroking my cock with one hand and preparing my ass with the other, spreading a lubricant over the opening.

Lying on my back with my eyes closed, I heard the drawer open. I raised my head from the pillow and watched as she donned the dildo and drew the straps tight. I raised my hips so that she could push a pillow under them. Then she squirted lubricant into my palm and guided my hands as I spread the clear, slippery jelly over the head and shaft of the dildo.

When I was done, she smiled and kissed me, and then she took me. There was no pain. Her manner had prepared me, her massage had relaxed me, and the jelly erased any further resistance. The vibrator humming, Christi fucked my ass with slow, exquisite strokes. I lost myself in the moment, the extraordinary feeling, until my whole body knotted and my own cock, pressed between us, twitched and spurted white heat onto our bellies.

We were both breathless, glowing.

“Wish I had a movie of that,” she said, grinning down at me. “How much do camcorders cost?”

“I think they rent them at the video store.” Her eyes lit up. “Really?”

We checked the next time we stopped in. They do. We did. It was great.

I recently had an experience I have relived many times in my mind and would now like to share with your readers.

It happened rather late one Saturday evening, when, on an impulse, I went into one of our local adult bookstores. The ravishing young lady at the cash register gave me a rather seductive smile as she changed three dollars into quarters for me. I couldn’t help wondering if working around all the sex magazines, toys, movies, etc., ever made her horny. I knew it would me!

The store was empty with the exception of two men carrying on a whispered conversation in front of the rack of gay magazines. After casually browsing through some of the magazines, I went behind the curtains to the back of the store and the double row of movie booths. I spent a few minutes letting my eyes become accustomed to the dimly lit passageway and then began looking at the various selections offered. I finally decided on a booth near the back that had a movie of a good looking blonde making it with two well hung studs at the same time.

After going in, locking the door and dropping in my first quarter, I leaned back, ready to watch the hot action on the screen. What happened next is still vivid in my mind. I heard whispered voices in the passageway outside my booth and assumed that it was the two men I had seen earlier in the front of the store. The voices stopped and I heard the door to the booth on my left open and someone enter it. About the same time, my quarter ran out and my booth was pitched into total blackness.

I was about to drop another quarter in when I heard a coin drop into the machine in the booth next door. Suddenly a large patch of light was coming into my booth though a very large, strategically placed “glory hole” I had not seen before. Imagine my surprise when I leaned down and looked through the hole to discover that my neighbors were a well dressed, middle aged couple! The light from the movie they were watching made it easy for me to see everything they were doing.

The man was sitting closest to the hole, and as I watched, he slowly unbuttoned the top of the woman’s dress and slipped it off her shoulders. He then unfastened her bra and began to play with one of the nicest, firmest pair of tits I have ever seen. A minute later, I heard him drop more quarters into the machine.

My cock sprang to life as I watched him unzip his pants and pull out his hard cock. The woman reached for it and began to slowly pump it up and down. By now he had her skirt bunched up around her waist, and although I couldn’t see it, I knew from the movement of his arm that he was sliding at least one finger in and out of her pussy. By now I was making so much noise in my booth that they had to know I was watching them, but neither of them spoke or took their eyes away from their screen as they continued to skillfully minister to each other.

Their quarters ran out, and their booth was now in total darkness also. I strained my eyes as I peered into the blackness. I heard them moving around. I heard more quarters being fed into their machine, and suddenly their booth was again flooded with light. What I saw caused me to immediately drop my pants and grab my throbbing cock. The man was still sitting on the bench, his pants now down around his ankles and his cock standing up straight. The woman was standing between his spread legs and holding her skirt bunched up above her waist. Her panties lay on the bench beside them.

In fascination I watched as she turned sideways and faced my viewing spot. Still, she did not look in my direction, but rather kept her eyes glued to their screen. As I watched, slowly pumping my cock, the man reached behind the woman with his left hand and inserted a finger in her ass. She let out a little whimper as she shoved her pussy forward, trying to escape the intruding finger. The man ran his right hand up her leg, across her pussy and down the other leg several times. Each time he touched her pussy, she would twitch in anticipation. Finally she grasped his wrist and shoved his hand hard against her waiting pussy.

With great deliberation, he worked first one and then two fingers inside her. Each time he pulled them almost all the way out. I could see them glistening with her copious flow of juices. Moving his fingers in and out of her pussy and her ass, he soon brought her to a shuddering climax as they both continued to watch their movie. Watching the woman climax drove me over the edge. I pumped my cock frantically until I exploded, spraying come against one wall of my booth.

Feeding their movie a steady stream of quarters, the couple next door changed positions. He stood and helped her sit down. Her dress was bunched around her waist at both the top and the bottom. She was sitting very close to me in fact, her right breast, with its hard nipple, was less than six inches away from my watering mouth.

Looking up slightly, I watched her grasp the man’s rigid cock and lovingly put it in her mouth. The man, turning his head to the side, watched their movie as he took her head in his hands and began rocking back and forth, going deeper into her mouth each time. The woman grasped his bare ass with both of her strong hands and began audibly sucking him in earnest.

My own cock was again hard, and I began slowly pumping it up and down as I watched. And then the temptation became too great to resist. I was at the point where I did not care what the consequences would be. I had to try and feel the beautiful tit that was so close. I reached through the hole it was very easy to grasp the warm, firm melon of flesh. At my touch, the woman let out a little gasp and momentarily stopped sucking to see where the hand was coming from. The man looked away from the screen and smiled broadly in the general direction of the hole from which my arm protruded.

Letting go of the woman’s head, he grasped my wrist and guided my hand down across her stomach to a very open, very wet pussy. As I worked my fingers in and out of her, I again watched her deep throat the man’s hard six inches of cock. He was no longer watching the movie, but he continued putting quarters in their machine to keep their booth flooded with light. He was playing with both of her tits now and watching my fingers pleasure her pussy. She was very warm and very wet, and her pussy clutched at my fingers like a hungry mouth.

Suddenly the man began to push in and out of her mouth with short, rapid strokes. He came, and I watched closely as she continued to suck, trying to drain him dry. A small amount of come escaped her mouth and made a small white trail down her chin. As he pulled his slowly deflating cock away from her greedy mouth, he leaned down and whispered something in her ear. They both looked down at my hand, which was still playing with her pussy. They looked at the hole where my arm disappeared and smiled. What they couldn’t see was my other hand furiously pumping my throbbing cock. I was insane with lust.

The woman leaned over and whispered something to the man. He smiled and nodded. She removed my hand from her pussy and stuck her own hand through the hole, motioning me to come closer. I did not hesitate to drop my pants around my ankles and shove my straining cock through the glory hole. Now I was unable to see what was happening in the adjoining booth, but I felt my cock being grabbed while at the same time another hand began to play with my balls.

A wave of pleasure shot through my body as I felt a tongue running lightly up and down the length of my shaft and pausing to tickle and excite the underside of the head. When I was about to scream with desire, a warm, wet mouth enveloped me. After a few minutes of this treatment, I was again on the verge of coming. Suddenly the mouth stopped sucking and someone just played with me for a while. When it was evident that I had cooled down some, my cock was again taken in a mouth, but from the sucking action I knew it was not the same one.

The couple continued to bring me to a peak and then let me down again for what seemed like an eternity. At last I could stand it no longer and erupted deep inside a sucking mouth, I heard the woman mewl softly with satisfaction as again and again my come gushed forth, until my legs were too weak to support me. I flopped down on the bench in my booth, pulled out a cigarette and lit it. By now both booths were in total darkness, but by the flame of my lighter I could see a female hand come through the hole and gently pat my bare, quivering thigh.

I sat, smoking, trying to regain my composure, as I listened to them moving around in their booth. Suddenly their door opened, and a dim patch of passageway light filtered through the glory hole as they left the booth. As quickly as possible, I rearranged my clothing and almost ran to the front of the store. They were just walking out the door.

The girl behind the counter looked up from the sex magazine she had been reading and again smiled. I mumbled something like “Have a good evening” and bolted toward the door. As I stepped out into the parking lot, I saw the taillights of a Mercedes pull into the street and disappear in the darkness.

Since that memorable night, I have driven by the store on numerous occasions, hoping to see that car there again, but to date I have had no luck.

Mr. K.P., Missouri

Last summer, on a business trip to the Big Apple, my friend Stuart and I visited one of those peep show stores where you go into individual booths to watch different sex videos for a token. Every few minutes it shuts off and you have to put in another token. Stuart and I were having a ball watching pieces of several different movies. I noticed that some of the booths had holes in the side, and as I was watching a movie, I heard a voice from the next booth whispering through the hole. All it said was “Stick your cock through here for the best blowjob of your life.” So I did, and although it was tricky putting quarters in the machine, it was fantastic watching the guy in the movie getting sucked off while I was getting sucked off by some unknown guy in the next booth!

When I came I almost yelled with joy before filling the stranger’s mouth full of semen. After zipping up my pants, I left the booth, but the booth next to it was already empty. The guy had disappeared. I told Stuart what had happened and he decided to try it out, hoping the guy would come back. After Stuart went into the booth, I waited outside for the guy to return, but he never did. Suddenly I decided that I’d do it myself. I went into the booth and closed the door. Looking through the hole, I could see that Stuart already had his cock out and was slowly rubbing it to an erection. Although he was watching the movie, he kept glancing at the hole in the side of the booth.

In a deep voice, I said the same thing my anonymous friend had said to me, and Stuart immediately stuck his cock through the hole. It looked huge, but I started sucking on it for all I was worth. It wasn’t long before Stuart shot a huge load of come in my mouth. When Stuart came out to tell me about it, I didn’t know whether he’d guessed that it was me.

Stuart suggested we go up to our room and check out some of the porn movies offered by the hotel, and I agreed. When we got up to the room, we cracked open a couple of beers and turned on the movie channel. We were treated to a porn parody of a space movie involving two space girls getting fucked by a number of Earth men and women. With the girls giving lots of great head, Stuart and I soon had very stiff hard ons. Stuart started rubbing his cock through his pants.

Then, complaining about the lack of “breathing space,” he undid his pants and pulled out his cock. I laughed and immediately followed suit. By this time Stuart was slowly rubbing his cock and eyeing mine. “Do you want me to help you with that?” I asked. He just pointed it toward me and smiled, and I leaned over and took it in my mouth.

The next thing I knew, Stuart had wrestled me around and was sucking on my cock. It wasn’t long before I felt Stuart’s cock begin jerking in my mouth and filling it with a load of hot, salty come. This caused me to shoot my load into his eager mouth. I kept sucking on his cock while he started to suck on my balls while stroking my softening member. He continued to lick me all over, and I felt my erection returning. I gave Stuart the same treatment, and we were soon back in a sixty nine.

Stuart came again and then had me stand up. He knelt in front of me and proceeded to blow my cock, and my mind. I reached down and held his head in my hands and slowly started to move my cock in and out of his mouth. Stuart nodded his head and groaned, showing me that he liked the sensations I was giving him. While he squeezed my balls, I proceeded to fuck his mouth faster and faster, until I had the most powerful orgasm of my life.

Stuart and I spent a lot of that business trip experimenting with different sex film houses, and it will be a trip I will always remember.

Mr. P.V., Oregon

The whir of the video camera made an eerie background noise as she fished for words. Her large, sepia colored eyes were cast downward she was looking at her blood red fingernails. She stifled a giggle, then took a swig of Corona beer and looked at me with lust in her gaze.

“You don’t have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable,” I said.

“No, it’s just that…” She started to laugh again and demurely covered her mouth with her hand.

“I’ve never told anyone before at least, not anyone who wasn’t a, you know one of my lovers. I like for guys to . . . oh, gosh, you’re going to think this is so stupid, but I love for a guy to jerk me off with his chin.” Renee stopped talking and covered her face with her hands. “This isn’t some weird scene, is it?” she said into her palms.

Hardly. My sex tape collection is more important to me than anything I’ve filmed for money or any other tapes I’ve owned. When I saw the film sex, lies, and videotape, I nearly fell out of my seat. I’ve been taping women’s sexual confessions almost since the day I bought my camcorder. In fact, my first score happened quite by accident.

I was in my Kerouac period: driving cross country on back roads, filming favorite truck stops and pinball machines. I had picked up some witchy babe in the motel bar. I took her back to my room, and she saw the camera. Wondering what it was for, she suggested that I interview her. After a few dull questions about where she was from and what she did for a living, the conversation got more racy, and soon she was telling me things she had told no other man her deepest fantasies and her darkest desires. I was thrilled beyond measure, and we capped the interview with fucking in front of the camera, which was propped up on the dresser.

After this fortuitous beginning, I was surprised by how easy it continued to be to get women to agree to submit to an interview. God, I remember a wild one last October when I was in New Orleans doing the strip joints on Bourbon Street. I took a seat in the back, ordered a beer and watched the show. Most of the dancers were lively but past it. But when Renee took the stage, every guy in the place swallowed hard and took notice. She was long and lean, with caramel colored skin and raven black hair, which hung in soft curls to the small of her back. When her top came off, her nipples, resembling Hershey’s kisses, were revealed to the world.

On her break she sat at the bar, sipping a beer, eyeing me as I approached her. I’m sure she was preparing herself for a crude come on, so I tried to be friendly when I asked her her name.

“How do you do, my name is Jack,” I began, noticing that the bartender was taking stock of our conversation, ready to throw me the hell out should I get too frisky. “What’s your name?”

Her name, “Renee,” was spoken in a voice of surprising cartoon mouse babyishness.

“Well, Renee, you’d sure look great on camera.”

“You in television?” she asked, her eyes dancing brightly.

“Not exactly,” I said, writing my hotel address on a cocktail napkin. I carefully and gently invited her over, teasing her about the possibilities. She looked at me strangely for a few seconds before taking the napkin in her delicate hand. “I’ll see if I can make it,” she said, and I knew I had her hooked.

At about three thirty in the morning, there was a knock on the door. I opened it to see Renee, now dressed in a Motley Cr e t shirt artfully lacerated up to her tits and a tiny pink leather skirt. I invited her in and gave her a beer. When I got her all set up, she told me in her little doll like voice to give her my best shot, so I asked, “Do you ever get wet on stage?” She giggled. “Do you ever come onstage?”

“No, I’ve never come onstage,” she answered. Then she gave me a conspiratorial look. “But I have masturbated in the dressing room.” I had broken through.

“Do you do that often?”

“Not very.”

“Tell me about the last time.”

Her voice thickened a bit, and she licked her lips lightly. “Well. This very well dressed man, a businessman, you know, an out of towner, came in one afternoon. He was one of several men in there it was slow. He tipped me a lot. He kept telling me what he’d do to me.”

“What did he tell you?”

Renee cleared her throat and blushed. “Oh, you know, the same old shit they all say. He said he was going to eat my pussy. He said he bet my pussy tasted delicious. He said he would stick his whole hand in my pussy and twist it around.” This all rushed out kind of singsong. “Then he said he would stick his tongue into my asshole, all the way.” Suddenly she squealed and clapped her hands.

“And that excited you?”

“Oh, I love it when guys play with my ass!” Renee was sitting cross legged now, her skirt hiked up around her knees, and I could see that she wasn’t wearing panties.

“So you like anal sex.”

“Yeah. But I like even better to get licked back there. And to get spanked.”

“You like to get spanked?” Renee shook her head yes.

“I’ll say. I’m Catholic, you know, and I so desperately wanted to do everything sexual all at once. I read dirty novels and looked at porno magazines when I could. I was really itching to try a lot of dirty things. I used to stick things in my butt, and I always liked the way it felt.”

“What kinds of things?”

“Hairbrushes, candles, even a carrot. My girlfriend had a dildo. We used to use it on each other.”

“Your girlfriend stuck a dildo in your ass?”

“Uh huh.” Renee laughed uncontrollably. My dick was hardening uncontrollably as well, as her densely forested pussy was now fully exposed to my view.

“Maybe you’d like to show me how you did that,” I suggested to her. Renee stopped laughing and looked at me hard, noticing the unmistakable throbbing bulge in my pants.

“Sure. What have you got?”

I looked around the room, and my gaze rested on my toothbrush container. “How about this?” I asked. “Not too big?”

“Hardly,” she said, smiling. She walked over to the bed and lay down, pulling her skirt all the way up. I panned over to her, not missing a bit of this. Then she threw her legs up over her head, her pussy and asshole fully exposed. She took the case in her hand and rubbed it around her rear hole. “Mmm,” she moaned, her eyes closed. She inserted the case in her anus and I held my breath, knowing that I was getting a clear focused close up of this nasty deed. She began to pump the foreign object in and out of her ass, and I couldn’t help but begin to rub my rock hard cock.

Renee continued to fuck her ass with my toothbrush case. Her other hand played with her pussy, pulling at the lips and flicking her clit. I watched silently, the sounds of the camera and her steady moans the only sound in the room. Four or five minutes passed before she began to quiver and come, her back arching, her fingers plunging deep into her cunt.

“God, I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she said as she lay back, panting. She saw that I had taken my cock out of my pants and was stroking it. She reached for it, but I stopped her, taking a moment to place the camera on the night table so that it pointed directly at the center of the bed.

The sex that night with Renee was mind boggling. She swallowed my cock whole, and I ate her pussy till I thought my tongue would fall off. Eventually, of course, I stuck my cock up her ass and fucked her hard and fast. When I was ready to come, I told her so.

“Oh, come in my ass. I love to feel come shooting in my ass! Do it, shoot it up my asshole!” So I did, firing salvo after salvo of my cream deep into her bowels.

And that was Renee, who now occupies four hours of tape that sits proudly on my shelf. I’ve assembled a dandy collection of tapes, some two dozen in all, and I see no end in sight. In fact, I’m now working on stock footage of a lovely seaside inn on the coast of Maine. The girl who makes up the beds, a lovely young lass with feline eyes and a tiny waist, asked me this morning about my video camera. I’m ready to tell her all about it.

Mr. J.N., New York

An aspiring actress in college, my wife wanted to be the next Marilyn Monroe. Nowadays, Tiffany is much more content in the knowledge that she is our town’s Marilyn Chambers. Several videotapes feature my wife’s special acting abilities. I am her enthusiastic costar. The content of our homemade tapes is nothing more than hot, no holds barred sex. The target audience is a small circle of friends who, in turn, perform their intimacies for our viewing pleasure. It’s much more exciting to belong to this video club than to belong to the one at the mall.

This all got started when we met Malcolm and Jennifer. Malcolm, with long dark hair and a feline grace, and Jennifer, a pixyish brunette with hypnotic brown eyes, are quite a sophisticated couple. Tiffany and I were dazzled by their stories of globetrotting. I was astonished when Malcolm asked me if Tiffany and I would be interested in swinging.

Tiffany and I talked it over. She was clearly attracted to Malcolm, and no man could be impervious to Jennifer’s charms, so we went ahead, if somewhat nervously. Any concerns we had, it turned out, were unfounded, for the sex we shared with Malcolm and Jennifer was great. I recall one Saturday night the four of us spent together. We were at Malcolm and Jennifer’s home. In their large bed, the four of us were filling the room with the sounds of love. Jennifer and Tiffany were fabulously licking each other in a heated sixty nine. Malcolm tore his gaze from them and entered my wife. While his long cock slid into her effortlessly, my wife licked and sucked both Jennifer’s cunt and Malcolm’s busy cock.

The scene was so erotic, so stimulating, that my dick erupted, spraying the threesome with my thick come. That night a very special bond between us was formed.

It was a sad occasion when Malcolm and Jennifer moved out West. We exchanged tearful goodbyes at the airport and planned to visit them in the spring. When we received a package from them three weeks after they left, I couldn’t guess what it was.

“Hey, look a videotape,” Tiffany said, unwrapping it. She handed me the attached note. “Though separated by miles, perhaps this will shorten the distance. If you like what you see, perhaps you could make one for us to enjoy. ”

Initially I thought it would be a standard home movie showing us their house and other, more mundane aspects of life. But in the back of my mind, I was hoping it would be a videotape of a more spicy nature. I was right.

Tiffany and I got comfortable on the couch and turned on the VCR. The first image was that of Jennifer sitting on a bed in her frilly lingerie. Her dark red nipples were clearly visible through the sheer material, and I remembered fondly how I loved to suck on them. The picture went in and out of focus a few times, and then Jennifer, looking at something outside the frame, said, “That’s good.” Obviously Malcolm had hooked up his camcorder to a television set, and she was looking at a live shot of herself.

Malcolm soon entered the picture, wearing only a robe. Tiffany squirmed beside me. He sat beside his wife, and together they addressed the camera. “Hi, guys,” Malcolm began. “Turn out the lights and get comfortable, because we’re introducing you to something new in home video. If we can’t be there to share your warm bed, then here’s the next best thing.”

With that, Malcolm turned to his wife and asked her how they should start. She responded by kissing him hungrily, while her hands roamed inside his robe and produced his cock, which was rapidly hardening with desire. They kissed this way for a couple of minutes, their tongues fencing in an erotic duel. Malcolm’s hands were not idle, either he cupped his wife’s breasts and squeezed softly, eliciting melodic moans from Jennifer.

Jennifer broke the kiss and shimmied out of her underwear. I gasped involuntarily. Her naked body, which had continued to haunt my dreams even after she moved away, was once again displayed for my viewing pleasure. I remembered how her nipples, cherry red and now visibly erect, fit perfectly in my mouth. I watched with glee as Malcolm feasted on them.

“I want you to give me a tongue bath,” Jennifer instructed her husband. “From head to toe.” Malcolm obliged, starting at the big toe of her right foot and continuing upward. Slowly, tantalizingly, Jennifer bucked and squirmed in response to the magic tricks his tongue was performing. Tiffany, seated to my right, was also in agony. How well she must have remembered Malcolm’s oral gifts. My wife was breathing very heavily, and she now unbuttoned her blouse. Her hand crept inside and began fingering a nipple. I placed my hand on my wife’s quivering thigh, and she let out a hiss of relief. “Yes, touch me. Touch me like he’s touching her. ”

It was awkward, but I managed to lave my wife with my tongue as I watched the video out of the comer of my eye. Tiffany had always appreciated how patient a lover Malcolm was, and he wasn’t changing his style for the camera. He must have spent a half an hour licking his lovely wife until she was babbling nonsense. Their sound equipment was good, for Tiffany and I could hear every slurp and sigh. In fact, Jennifer and Tiffany’s breathing seemed to be happening in concert. When Malcolm nipped at Jennifer’s clitoris, I did the same to Tiffany, and both women squeaked with pleasure.

Jennifer eventually came, and Tiffany did the same moments later. While Jennifer moaned and murmured how much she enjoyed Malcolm’s attentions, Tiffany came silently, her fingers digging into my flesh.

Tiffany was a wreck, but when I asked her if she wanted me to stop the tape, she said no. So we watched while Malcolm lovingly caressed his wife as she trembled in post orgasmic bliss. Soon enough she had regained her strength. “I’ve got to suck your cock,” she said, her cartoon mouse voice belying the raunchiness of her words. Malcolm shucked his robe. I looked over at Tiffany and could see how much she admired his lean, sinewy physique. He lay back on the bed, and Jennifer kneeled beside him. Conscious of the camera, she sucked his long, skinny cock in an extravagant manner so we wouldn’t miss a bit of it, pulling her long dark hair out of the way.

I can provide firsthand testimony that Jennifer gives a wonderful blowjob, so my cock throbbed right along with Malcolm’s. While I watched the fellatio on the TV screen, I took the opportunity to strip off my pants, and Tiffany took hold of my bloated cock and slowly caressed it as we watched.

Soon enough Malcolm began groaning that he was going to come. Jennifer’s head popped up, and she began jerking her husband off. “Since this is porno, we’ve got to have a come shot,” she giggled. After a few vigorous pumps, she got her wish, and Malcolm sent a heavy spray of semen high into the air. Jennifer stuck her tongue out and managed to catch a few drops, swallowing them down with relish. The rest coated her face.

My cock was purple and ready to burst. I have watched a lot of pornography in my day, but this was the most exciting thing I had ever seen. I say this even though there was only one stationary camera and no close ups, the lighting wasn’t all that great, passing sirens could be heard, and at one point their phone rang and Jennifer hopped out of the room to answer it. No, this wasn’t a slick x rated film with hugely endowed actors and centerfold quality starlets these were real people fucking with real passion. Furthermore, I knew these people well, and to watch them make love this way was a huge turn on.

When Jennifer returned from answering the phone call, laughing at the ridiculousness of it all, Malcolm was ready to go again. I hit the “pause” button, freezing Jennifer’s luscious form in place. Her dark bush was still visibly damp from her excitement. “I’ve got to come before I can watch any more,” I told my smiling wife. She was as ready as I was.

“One orgasm, coming up,” she said, tightening her grip around my cock and pumping as she lowered her head to flick her tongue over the ever expanding head. In a matter of seconds, I doused her beautiful face with my cream, which she scooped up and delicately devoured.

After taking time to recover my senses, I restarted the tape. Malcolm’s revived hard on was soon buried to the hilt in Jennifer’s pussy, which I knew quite well as a clutching inferno. We couldn’t see any close up shots of him entering her, but the reality of the scene was tremendously arousing. My spent cock lolled against my thigh as I focused on Jennifer’s legs, which were wrapped around Malcolm’s torso and crossed at the ankles. Her face was a picture of concentration: Her eyes were closed, her lips pursed, her nostrils flaring. These two knew each other very well, for they were able to orchestrate their powerful orgasms, coming simultaneously in a symphonic crescendo of squeals and moans.

I was so agog at this image of lust, I hadn’t realized that my wife was plunging her fingers into her pussy. My head swiveled back and forth from TV to Tiffany as she fingered herself with rapidly increasing fervor. As Malcolm and Jennifer cuddled like newlyweds in the afterglow of their love, Tiffany went off like a firecracker, a whoosh of air issuing from her mouth and her legs quivering against me.

“God, I’m drained,” Tiffany said, her voice hoarse with passion. “I’ve never come so hard from masturbation before. Do you feel like I do?”

“I feel like I’ve been hit by a cannonball,” I said.

Then Malcolm and Jennifer looked up into the camera. “Well, folks,” Malcolm said. “That was our little present for you. I hoped you enjoyed it.”

Jennifer added, “We’ve got a VCR, too. Hope to hear from you soon. Bye!” She blew us a kiss as Malcolm shut off the camera. Tiffany and I stared blankly at the snowy picture on our TV screen.

That night Tiffany and I made love with a ferocious passion that erupted and bubbled forth. Malcolm and Jennifer’s tape had detonated sexual land mines that had lain dormant within us for years. For weeks we planned a scenario to film. Tiffany had always wanted to be an actress, and now she assigned herself the roles of writer and director as well.

“We should cook up a little scene for them,” Tiffany suggested. “How about if I’m a lonely housewife and you’re a hunky TV repairman?” She wrote out a little script that would serve as an introduction. The rest would be completely improvised.

I set up our camera on a tripod so that it took in the entire bed. An old black and white set would serve as the prop television. My wife slipped into a fluffy old robe, which she would be wearing when the TV repairman stopped by on his friendly, neighborhood service call.

I looked over my lines, turned on the camera and nervously started our little play. I’m no thespian, but soon I relaxed, realizing that no one would be seeing this but our dear friends. Tiffany walked into the bedroom, pretending that she was showing the way to the broken set.

“You just caught me getting out of the shower, ” she recited, her nudity beneath the robe obvious, for the sash was loose and revealed a great deal of thigh and a generous view of her breasts. I took the toolbox I was carrying, kneeled in front of the set and mimed a repair job. Tiffany sat on the bed beside me, her long, coltish legs crossed. (Later, watching the tape, I saw that she had flashed her pussy for the camera’s eye.)

“My, you’re quite a handsome man,” Tiffany cooed. “A lot of women must come on to you when you make service calls.”

“Not really,” I said, playing my part.

“Come now,” Tiffany said, running her hands through her hair, and revealing a plump pink nipple. “If I weren’t a married woman, the things I’d do to you. ”

My cock was an iron bar forming a sizable lump in my pants. “Where’s your husband now?” I asked.

“He’s away on a long trip,” Tiffany responded, pouting. “I haven’t gotten laid in a week. It’s just been me and my vibrator.”

“Your vibrator? Let me see.” That was as far as the scripted session went. Tiffany pulled her vibrator out of the drawer in the night table and parted her robe. I watched intently, rubbing my cock through my pants, as the horny housewife got herself off with the buzzing dildo.

“A vibrator is never as good as a big, thick cock,” Tiffany said, running her toes up and down my thigh. “Let’s see your tool, repairman.” She pulled me onto the bed and helped me out of my pants. I felt a little self conscious at first, with my hard on poking the air and the gentle whir of the video camera reminding me that this was being taped for posterity. But as Tiffany took my throbbing erection in her hot little mouth, I forgot about the camera. Hell, I practically forgot my name and address.

Tiffany has a talented tongue, and her skills advanced greatly as she blew me for the camera. She made a great show of running her tongue up and down my glans while fondling my balls and licking her lips sensually. “Mmm, this is a beautiful cock. It’s so delicious,” she said, holding it against her cheek, then running its girth over her puckered lips. “I’m going to suck you like you’ve never had it before, and when you come, I want it all over my tits. Okay?”

I nodded affirmatively and reeled at the sensations of Tiffany’s exquisite blowjob. Her head bobbed up and down rhythmically as she gripped my balls. I grabbed a hank of her long, curly blonde hair and held on for the ride as she sucked my cock flesh into her throat. When I was ready to come, I told her so. I took my cock from her mouth and pointed it at her breasts, and I coated them with my milky white love nectar.

We continued to improvise. I decided to give Malcolm a thrill and had my wife spread her legs as wide as they would go. Then I licked her cunt with the flat of my tongue, drowning in her pungent juices and making her come with a bang. Then we fucked with her on top, facing me, but with her ass pointed toward the camera so Malcolm and Jennifer could see my turgid cock slicing between Tiffany’s pink cunt lips. Tiffany was playfully sliding up and down my upright cock. She would pull herself up, almost causing my dick to slip out of her pussy, and then she would slam down, pushing my cock deep inside her.

When I told Tiffany I was about to come, I rolled her over on her back and pumped a few more times. Then, pulling my cock out of her hot cunt, I sprayed my juice allover her taut stomach. Tiffany smiled into the camera and rubbed my thick cream into her tummy. We then lay together in a post coital Eden until I had the strength to get up, wave goodbye and turn off the camera.

“We’ve still got half of this tape left,” I noticed. “We should give them another scene. ”

Tiffany agreed, and we stayed up that night, batting ideas around. We thought we should do something kinky, something a little spicier than what we normally do in bed. Finally I convinced her to try a scenario I had long wanted to act out with her. I think the extra excitement of having it filmed made it more palatable to Tiffany.

She got dressed in her old cheerleader uniform: tight sweater, short skirt, white socks, saddle shoes. The only item missing was her panties. I wore my leather jacket, black jeans and boots. I was to be a biker type, and we would shoot the tape in our garage. Tiffany was to play a cheerleader who tried to cock tease the biker, and paid for it.

Tiffany gave a magnificent performance. I was pretending to work on the car when she strutted in, flashing her pussy and ass at me and licking a popsicle as lewdly as she could. I acted the role of a no nonsense, macho guy who could take only so much cockteasing. At one point I grabbed Tiffany and pulled up her skirt, revealing her succulent ass to the camera. I swatted it a few times, making it a rosy shade. “Don’t!” Tiffany protested insincerely. I ignored her and shut the hood of the car. Spinning her around roughly, I placed her facedown on the hood and with one hand held her anus above her head. Her ass was positioned perfectly and pushed into the crotch of my jeans. I pulled her sweater up and squeezed her tits from behind. Tiffany had now switched gears and was egging me on.

“Come on, you big bully. I’ll bet you’re not man enough to fuck me, are you?” she screamed. I smacked her ass a few times and unbuckled my belt, pushing my jeans and underwear down over my hips.

“I’m going to fuck you, all right,” I sneered, “but not in your cunt. I’m going to fuck your ass.” I’ll bet Malcolm sat up when he saw this. Neither of us could convince his wife to yield her anal virginity. Now Tiffany was going to, and it would be right on the tape. My cock was rock hard and leaking pre come. I stroked Tiffany and felt her dripping with love juice. With my pre come and her wetness, I greased up my cock and her little brown hole. Tiffany grew quiet, as the acting was now over. Our video had become a documentary, for she was about to fucked in the ass for the first time.

I slid my index finger up her rear channel, letting her grow accustomed to the alien presence. “I love it,” she growled, rotating her ass lewdly. “Stick your cock in there. Do it! Fuck my ass!” That was all the encouragement I needed. I slowly sank my burning erection into her rectum, and Tiffany’s cries of ecstasy provided a sound track.

I began thrusting into her asshole, and before long it was all over. The phenomenal sensations that shot from my cock up into my brain had me dizzy. I nearly lost it as I emptied my load into her ass.

We mailed the cassette the next day, crossing our fingers in the hope that Malcolm and Jennifer would enjoy it as much we’d enjoyed theirs. A few days later, we got a call. “Jennifer and I are here in bed,” Malcolm told me, “totally pooped out from a marathon sex session that began by us watching your tape. You guys should get Oscars!” Tiffany, listening in on the extension, laughed heartily. Jennifer joined in. “Tell Tiffany that thanks to her, I let Malcolm take me in the ass, and I’m sorry I held out so long. It feels deliciously wicked.”

“Honestly,” Malcolm continued, “your tape was so hot, I think the paint is peeling. We’re going to try hard to top you two when we make our next video.” Since then Tiffany and I have enjoyed many chapters of Malcolm and Jennifer’s story. We’ve crafted many scintillating plots for our own sequels, and our VCR has gotten quite a workout.

I work in the electronics field, and whenever there’s a new product on the market, whether it be some sort of stereo or video equipment, I’m always among the first to check it out. A few months ago, I purchased a new video camera. It was the company’s latest model, and the technology built into it was astonishing. The results were virtually professional. I took to taping my friends at parties and outings, my cats and, of course, my wife. Shari is five feet ten inches tall and has long honey blonde hair and green eyes. I met her when she was nineteen and today, ten years later, she still has a slim and trim body. When Shari smiles, my heart skips a beat or two.

Although she certainly has her little exhibitionist moments, Shari did not appreciate me following her around our home, video camera in hand, trying to catch her in a private moment. This really didn’t surprise me. I had made lots of home movies, and many of them were filled with Shari holding her hands in front of her face. I could never understand her reluctance to pose, as she is a very beautiful woman.

Happily, her shyness in front of the camera came to an end one recent Friday night. We had just returned home from some after work drinks with our friends. Shari was in a giddy mood and had brought home a bottle of our favorite wine. As soon as I got comfortable, I decided to play around with my camera and maybe get the cats to do something cute. “You know,” my wife said, “you have a way with that thing. I’m beginning to think you really have a talent. I bet you could even make me look good on tape.”

Taken aback by Shari’s sudden interest in video, I reminded her of her shyness in front of the camera. My wife smiled, then stood up and told me to wait in the living room. As she made her way to the bedroom, she dimmed the lights and lit a few candies. “I’ll be back,” she purred.

I opened the wine and poured us each a glass while I waited for her. I wasn’t sure what she had in mind, but the first stirrings of an erection hit my sweatpants. Then I heard some sexy rock music come blasting out of our bedroom, and Shari yelled out, “Action, babe.”

I scrambled to turn on my camera. Through the lens I saw my wife framed in the bedroom doorway. She had on the hottest outfit I had ever seen her in. The top was a black bra, and as she danced toward me, I could tell that it was made of leather. Her short skirt was tight, and peeking out from underneath were garters holding up seamed stockings. Black leather thigh high boots encased her lovely feet and legs. She also had on full length black satin gloves. She looked incredibly sexy and oh so fuckable.

As I kept the lens focused on my wife, she approached me, swaying seductively to the beat of the music. She licked her lips and blew a kiss to the camera. As the music got hotter and the beat faster, Shari danced like a wild woman. With each new turn and twist, she removed an article of clothing.

I was being treated to the best striptease ever. Through the camera lens, I watched my gorgeous wife turn her back and remove the leather bra. She playfully looked over her shoulder and smiled. Then she lifted her skirt and her hips swayed, giving me a quick flash of her gartered ass and the tops of her stockings.

Shari turned to the camera and lifted her breasts. She licked her finger and placed it on one of her nipples, then did the same to the other. All the while there was the steady, sexy beat of the background music. Grabbing her skirt, Shari teasingly lifted it higher and higher. She dipped and turned to the music. With one flick of her wrist, she unzipped the skirt and tossed it aside. Now all she had on were garters, stockings, boots and tiny panties.

Shari kept dancing. I was entranced by her agile moves as she glided around our apartment. Sitting on a chair, she lifted one stocking clad leg and unhooked her garters. After she had removed each boot with aplomb, she laughed and rolled down her stockings.

My wife got up and danced toward me. I thought that with all her hot dancing and prancing, the lens of the camera would melt! She looked that good. It took all my willpower not to throw the camera down and fuck her right there on the living room floor. Shari came real close to me and twirled around, her hand brushing against my cock. I moaned and she swayed away from me.

“Do you like my dance, my love?” she whispered. “Would you like to see me come for your camera?”

I let out a strangled reply and Shari lay back on the couch. She untied the bow on her panties, and they fell off. Her skin looked radiant in the glowing candlelight, and I silently congratulated myself for having bought the best camera on the market I knew my wife’s striptease was going to look sensational on tape.

Shari moaned and wet her index finger with her pink tongue. She sucked on it for a moment and said, “I’ll pretend it’s your cock, lover. That will get me hot and wet.” She kept sucking on her finger and swirling her tongue around it. Finally she stopped and her hands moved down over her body. She cupped her luscious breasts and pushed them together. Then her wet finger trailed down over her flat tummy and fluttered around her pussy.

Shari started to caress her cunt. She threw her head back and moaned. With one hand holding her lips open, she said, “Come closer, babe, and take a look at how wet I am.”

I moved my camera closer, and she started to finger her clitoris. I was so excited I could hardly keep the camera focused. My cock was so hard, it hurt. Shari sighed, her hands moving faster and her fingers sliding deep into her cunt. “Oh, lover,” she moaned, “I’m going to come!”

As the first few spasms of pleasure rippled through my wife’s body, I somehow managed to keep the camera on target. Then Shari looked at me, at my hard cock. I couldn’t take it anymore. Setting the camera down, I removed my pants and quickly got on top of her. My aching cock slid into her cunt with ease.

Slick and slippery, she bucked upward to meet my thrusts. Our moans were loud as I thrust into her flesh, thinking about her sexy dance, the way she had flaunted her charms for me on camera. I came hard, furiously, and Shari came a second time, the two of us swept away in an avalanche of pleasure. It was the best sex we’d had in years.

Later, Shari told me that my purchase of the new video camera had started her fantasizing about stripping for me, but that it had taken her a while to work up the guts to do it. With that in mind, I purchased a tripod for my camera on my next visit to the video store. This could be the perfect time, I thought, to fulfill my fantasy.

Mr. D.H., New York

After six years of scrimping and saving, Ty, my husband, and I were able to start seriously searching for our first house. We finally chose a cute little ranch with an attached garage in a lovely community and were truly delighted to be so far removed from the noise and grime of the city.

Unfortunately, after moving in, we discovered that simple cosmetic improvements, like painting and landscaping, which we could do ourselves, would not be enough to get our house in working order. For one thing, the plumbing was not what it should have been. Then there was the leaky garage roof. The deck overlooking the backyard, which the previous owner had constructed himself, suddenly seemed far less sturdy than when we’d stood on it the first time. And, almost as suddenly, the oil burner started making these weird sounds. All of this would require professional attention. And that meant money, not much of which we had left after making the down payment on the house. It meant scrimping and saving all over again, we realized sadly.

It was to lift my spirits, and his, that my husband brought home an x rated videotape one Friday night. While we don’t view them that often, we’ve found that a steamy sex tape really fuels our desire for each other. We’ve enjoyed some of our best sex right after watching a hot video. This one, however, was unlike the others. It was a tape made by amateurs, not professional actors, and it piqued my interest immediately.

Ty and I, naked and side by side on our bed, watched as an attractive, energetic couple in their thirties enjoyed fellatio, cunnilingus, and then sex in the missionary position in what appeared to be their bedroom. Although the lighting was not the best and the camera angle was the same throughout, the sex, accompanied by passionate moans, groans and grunts, was more than hot enough to ignite my own lust and that of my husband. The fact that these were real people doing it and not faking their pleasure heightened our arousal. I was soaking wet and Ty was harder than hard by the time it was all over.

With me telling him to hurry, my husband scrambled out of bed and over to the VCR and television to turn them off, but before he did, the screen lit up with a message from the company that distributes the tape. It said they would pay twelve dollars a minute for usable tapes submitted by viewers. At the moment, hungry for my husband’s cock as I was, the offer didn’t really sink in, but as Ty would tell me later, after we screwed like newlyweds, a light bulb went on in his head. “You can do it, honey,” he said as we relaxed in the afterglow of a terrific coupling. “We can do it.”

Could we? Could I? What if my butcher saw the tape! On the other hand, I’d always known there was more than a little exhibitionist in me and when it came to sex sucking cock, especially I was really good. And a quick bit of arithmetic revealed that a thirty minute tape at twelve dollars a minute would net us a delicious $360! And a one hour tape, $720!

“Enough to get started on some of the repairs,” Ty said happily, reading my mind as only he can do.

My husband spent the next two weeks reading everything he could get his hands on about making home videos. Then he purchased the necessary equipment and, on a Saturday night, turned our bedroom into a kind of mini movie studio. Still a bit unsure about the whole thing, I had decided to wear a mask, prompting Ty to call me Mrs. Lone Ranger.

Finally, with the video camera sitting on a tripod facing the bed and hooked up to the television, we were ready. And suddenly there I was on the TV screen, my naked body in perfect focus. “Now play with yourself, honey,” I heard my husband whisper from behind the camera. “Get hot for me!”

Closing my eyes, I brought one hand down to my pussy and began rubbing and pinching my nipples with the other. Then, wanting to watch myself masturbating, I opened my eyes. God, I did look hot. And the thought that I would be turning on thousands of anonymous men and perhaps a few women stoked the fire building inside me. “Stop looking at the camera,” Ty said, a bit irritated. “Just relax. Be natural.”

Easier said than done, for sure, but soon enough I was into it, stroking my lubricating pussy, rubbing my clit, tweaking my nipples, squeezing my breasts, moving inexorably to orgasm. I was to come on camera, I remembered, and then Ty would join me in bed for the “second act” of our little performance. He had also reminded me to be vocal not that it was necessary, as I have always been ready to voice my pleasure in bed.

Soon I was sighing and moaning, whimpering with delight, alternating between pumping two fingers in and out of my soaking pussy and rubbing my clitoris, squirming, reaching for more pleasure and, finally, arching my hips up off the bed and crying out as a wild orgasm ripped through me.
Slowly, with my heart still pounding, I came back to earth and opened my eyes.

“Sensational!” my husband exclaimed. “That was marvelous.” He turned off the equipment and joined me on the bed, his raging hard on beautiful testimony to the turn on quotient of my performance. A few minutes later, having gotten me hot again with words and caresses, he turned the camera and TV back on and rejoined me in bed. As planned, I got into a low crouch between his spread legs and immediately began licking and sucking his cock. Unable to resist temptation, I sneaked a peek at the TV screen. What with my mouth stuffed with Ty’s thick cock, and even with my black mask, I was the perfect little porno princess.

Again thinking of all the people I’d be turning on, I resumed sucking on my husband’s cock, and I moaned around the shaft as I took as much of it as I could in my hungry mouth. I heard my husband’s moan of gratitude and then his throaty request that I suck on his balls.

By the time my husband voiced his need to fuck, I had almost forgotten about the video camera. All I really cared about was having him inside me, feeling his beautiful cock churning in the wet heat of my pussy. For the benefit of the camera, Ty stroked my slit with the head of his cock, teasing me while teasing our prospective audience.

“Give it to me,” I whined, reaching down to help guide Ty’s cock into me. “Please, baby. Fuck me.”

Slowly, deliberately, Ty pressed his cock home, sinking balls deep. A moment later he was fucking me, using long, steady strokes, as I urged him on. I looked over at the TV screen, and through eyes glazed by passion, I saw myself being fucked. It was beautiful more exciting than I could ever have possibly imagined.

After a while, we changed positions, with my husband flat on his back and me straddling him. He made me hold still for a moment, my pussy hovering over his turgid cock, and then, at his command, I slid down over that wonderful stalk of flesh. “Ride me, baby, ride,” my husband said, grabbing hold of my breasts. And I did just that, moaning and sighing as I bounced up and down and then throwing my head back and crying out loudly when my orgasm hit. Seconds later Ty pulled his cock out of my pussy and put it up against the crack of my ass, and his semen shot out to smear my cheeks.

Ty pulled me down and hugged me to him, whispering that I was simply sensational. Then, sliding out from under me, he went to turn off the video equipment as I removed my mask. Not much later we were playing back our homemade tape and agreeing that for a first effort it wasn’t bad at all. Probably better than what most couples would produce the first time out. But was it sellable?

Well, three months to the day after we submitted the tape for consideration, we received a check in the amount of $360. We’d almost forgotten about the whole thing by then. Ty and I were ecstatic. Not only that, but included with the check was a note from the company saying they’d like to see more from us!

Since then my husband and I have contributed several more tapes, becoming more inventive with each one. And I’ve stopped wearing that silly mask. We’ve gotten some good ideas from viewing other amateur tapes, and Ty has become more adept at working the camera and lighting the scene. And as for the house repairs, well, they’re coming along quite nicely, thank you. Just this morning Ty informed me that a man was coming to look at the garage roof.

Not that we have any intention of ending our “movie careers” once all the work on the house is completed. After all, a beautifully furnished nursery takes money.

Ms. T.D., New York

Zoom in close. Catch everything, I gasped, grunting from the intensity of Jake s thrusts. We d never intended to have a third party participate in our sex life, but my boyfriend and I had found it was hard to get the footage we wanted with a stationary camera on a tripod. So tonight, with my legs resting on either side of my head, providing a clear view of my pussy and ass, our new cameraman moved in closer, shooting the place where our bodies joined. My dripping wet cunt and Jake s glistening cock coming together would make a beautiful, erotic video to watch later.

Our video adventures started with the new digital camera Jake had bought me for my birthday. After I opened the present, I snapped shots of him, the dog, the apartment, and my little flower garden on the balcony. Then I surrendered the camera to him so he could take pictures of me. As I posed for him, I hammed it up, pouting like a model and pushing my chest out like a pinup. When he told me to strip, it was all part of the game. I took off my shirt, and with a kiss toward the camera, cupped my naked tits, squeezing them together.

Jake got photos of me sprawled half naked on the bed and posed on all fours, winking seductively over my shoulder at him. But when he told me to take my panties off and play with my pussy, I paused. Are you serious?

Absolutely! You look great.

I ran my hands up and down my naked torso and teased the elastic waistband of my panties down my hips, inch by inch, until my smoothly waxed pussy with the little landing strip of light brown hair was revealed.

Beautiful, Jake enthused.

I spread my pussy lips wide, and he moved in closer, snapping picture after picture. He changed the setting on the camera and shot extreme close ups of my wet folds. And I was wet. The erotic display I d put on had me creaming. Juices trickled down my thighs, and I moaned while I played with my clit and spread my lips even wider for the camera. Thrusting my fingers in and out of my cunt, I let Jake take pictures of them dripping with cream.

My sex throbbed, and I couldn t wait for him any longer. Oh, baby, I begged, forget the camera. Fuck me now!

Jake had reached the memory card s picture limit anyway, so he tossed the camera aside and practically ripped his clothes off in his hurry to remove them. Pushing me back on the bed, he straddled my body and pushed inside me with one hard thrust. His cock was as hard as iron. I d never known him to be so out of control and desperate as our little photo session had made him.

I was equally as horny from all that posing, pouting and masturbating. I wrapped my legs around Jake s thighs and grabbed hold of his ass with my hands, pulling him even deeper inside me. It didn t take long for us to come. Jake pounded into me hard and fast, and his grunts spurred my own climax.

Moaning and whining, I thrashed back and forth as my inner muscles clenched around his dick and my orgasm burst through me. Jake froze, his cock pulsing as he came in great jets. Our fluids mingled, drenching the bed beneath us.

Jake collapsed on top of me, panting. After a few moments, he rolled to the side, and we both lay gazing at the ceiling.

Wow, that was intense. He glanced at me. It was the camera. We need to do more of that.

I wholeheartedly agreed. But why stop at still shots? We need video.

As intrigued with the idea as I was, Jake jumped on it the next day, buying a three month early birthday present for himself a camcorder with tripod.

After we d opened and assembled it, we sat together staring at our new sex toy. It stared back at us with its single eye, ready to record everything we did in digital detail.

This is hot. Why didn t we think of it before? I moved behind the camera, taking it from the tripod and zooming in on Jake. Your turn to put on a show.

He blushed and put up a hand, telling me to back off, but I was relentless. Come on, show me what you got.

I cued up some mood music, a bass driven dance tune, and my boyfriend obliged me by dancing to the beat and slowly removing each article of clothing. His shirt came off, and then he whirled it around his head before tossing it aside and running his hands up and down his body. I shouted encouragements.

After kicking off his shoes, he lowered the zipper of his fly teasingly, flashing seductive looks at me through the camera lens. As though I hadn t seen his cock a hundred times before, my breath caught when it was revealed, jutting out thick and rigid from between his legs. Each detail was clear in the frame as I pushed in close and lingered on the length of his shaft. The veins and ridges, and the white drops of pre come oozing from the slit in the head, were all perfectly rendered.

I ached to take it in my hands and mouth. Returning the camera to the tripod, I focused it below Jake s waist, quickly stripped off my clothes, and hurried around so that I was in front of the lens, an actor once more instead of an observer.

Dropping to my knees, I glanced at the unblinking eye of the camera, wondering if we were still in frame. Then I gazed at Jake s straining cock bobbing near my mouth. I licked my lips and leaned in to taste it. For the benefit of the camera, I stuck out my tongue much farther than I usually would and luxuriously lapped all the way up his shaft. Gripping the base of his cock in one hand, I grasped his hip with the other. With erotic moans and whimpers, I proceeded to lavish my full attention on Jake s erection. My act was a little extravagant and theatrical, but imagining how it would look on video, I murmured, You re so huge! God, baby, I can t wait for you to fill me, and similar endearments. And soon it wasn t an act at all, as I got into the blowjob, relishing the satiny texture and musky taste of Jake s cock.

As I sucked him deep into my throat and pumped him with my fist, he thrust into my willing mouth. He gripped the sides of my head to hold me steady and pushed harder, groaning with pleasure. I swallowed every inch, only stopping when his cock hit the back of my throat. I released his dick from my fist, allowing him to fuck my mouth freely and as deeply as I could take it.

His hips moved faster and faster, and his groans grew louder. I recognized Jake s rhythm and knew he was close to coming. When he began to curse and thrust in tight little jerks, I pulled my mouth off his prick and grabbed it in my fist again. Bursts of jism flowed from the tip as I pumped it. The warm load hit my lips and outstretched tongue. I let it spurt onto my cheeks and chin as I continued to pull, milking him of every last drop.

Another deep groan shuddered through him. I wiped the cream from my skin and licked it off my hand, sparing another heavy lidded gaze for the camera. When I was finished, I rose from my knees, and Jake pulled me into his arms and kissed me, despite my sticky lips. He told me how hot I had looked with his come dripping down my face. Let s watch, he said.

After stopping the camera and connecting it to our TV, we stretched out on the bed to watch the show we d made for ourselves. I enjoyed Jake s striptease as much the second time around, although it made him groan playfully in embarrassment. For a moment, it was disconcerting seeing myself naked and falling to my knees in front of his rigid cock. But it only took a few seconds for me to get over that initial discomfort, and then I was turned on by the erotic sight we made. We both looked good, and my porn actress antics were actually very hot. Since I hadn t come yet, I was still full of sexual tension, which watching the video enhanced. Reaching between my legs, I toyed with my clit while enjoying the show. I loved seeing Jake fuck my mouth, his desperate eagerness to be inside me, and I really loved seeing his come spurt all over my ecstatic face.

When the brief clip was over, Jake turned to me and saw I was masturbating. Let me take care of that for you, he said, moving down between my legs to give me the same pleasure I d just given him. But before he started, he set up the camera once more, training it on my pussy. He spread my legs far apart and kept his head tilted slightly to one side, to make sure the camera view was unimpeded as he licked my wet seam.

Delving his tongue deep into my hole, he thrust in and out a few times, while I moaned and lifted my hips toward his mouth. With a broad stroke of his tongue, he licked all the way up my pussy to the swollen bud of my clit. Lightning bolts of electricity shot through me when he teased me mercilessly. He barely touched my erect clit at first, making me strain toward his mouth, lifting my ass higher and higher off the bed. Then, when I whimpered in frustration, he nipped it hard. With a gasp and a little shriek I pulled away, but his tongue followed me. He lapped my clit soothingly until I was writhing on the bed, begging him to make me come.

A few more expert flicks of his tongue and his fingers driving in and out of my cunt pushed me over the edge. I cried out and came hard. All the while, in the back of my mind, I thought about what it must look like and couldn t wait to see the footage.

Before the last quakes of my orgasm were finished, Jake had moved on top of me and guided his cock to my pussy. He was hard again and eager to be inside me. After he d thrust several times, I decided to change it up, pushing him off me, and rolling over until I straddled him.

I sat up high, perching on his cock with my hands braced against his chest, lifting myself up and down. My breasts jiggled as I bounced on top of him, and Jake lifted his head off the pillow to take one in his mouth while fondling the other. The tugging sensation as he sucked, while pinching and rolling my other nipple, sent new waves of delight rippling through me. His cock filled and stretched me, and the wet sound of our bodies coming together was so sexy. Impossibly, the fading shreds of my orgasm gathered once more into a strong force at my core. As his cock speared me and I drove down hard on him, another climax swelled from the depths of my being.

He released, pulsing inside me. I gripped his shoulders, crying out as ecstasy showered through me again. I slumped on top of him, trembling with pleasure at the force of my orgasm. Our bodies were sweat slicked and melded together into one as he wrapped his arms around me, and we breathed quietly until our heart rates had returned to normal.

I turned my head on his chest to peer up into his eyes. Wanna watch?

Oh yeah.

The first part of the video was good, although my leg blocked some of the view of Jake going down on me. But the camera was angled too specifically, so when he mounted me and began to thrust, our bodies moved up farther on the bed in an off center picture. Then, when I flipped him over, we moved out of camera range almost completely. Only our entwined legs were in the picture and an occasional view of my backside. Our moans and grunts and the slap of flesh on flesh was picked up by the microphone, and somehow that, coupled with tantalizing glimpses of flesh, was pretty erotic in itself.

We can do better, Jake said critically. The Russian judge gives it a five point four.

I won t say we became addicted to videotaping ourselves, but over the next few days we had more sex in more positions than we d indulged in since the early days of hooking up. We worked with lighting, trying everything from flickering candles, to the diffused light of a scarf draped lamp, to the spotlight from Jake s workbench shining up at us from an unusual angle.

Having fun with it, I added soundtracks by playing music in the background, everything from classical guitar for the more artistic sessions to heavy metal when I wanted to achieve a hardcore effect.

Of course, what would a show be without costumes? One day I played a milkmaid with no panties, and Jake was a ruffian accosting me on the road. His concession to dressing up was throwing on a vest over his white shirt. He bent me over the arm of a chair and fucked me from behind. My feigned shrieks of protest were muffled by the chair cushion as I twisted in his iron grip on my hips, trying not too hard to get away.

Another evening I dug up the previous year s Halloween costumes, and our video showed Dorothy getting screwed by the scarecrow, which wasn t so much sexy as it was comical.

By the next week, I knew I wanted to try something even more daring, but wasn t sure how Jake would feel about a third party joining us, even as an impartial observer. But the stationary camera was no longer enough, so I broached the subject of bringing on a camera operator.

Jake agreed almost before the words were entirely out of my mouth. I was just working up the nerve to ask you the same thing! was his immediate reply.

We discussed it a lot, throwing out several names of friends. In the end, we talked to Jake s friend Dustin, who agreed without hesitation, even after I made it clear I didn t intend our session to turn into a threeway.

On the weekend night we d chosen for our first foray into handheld filmmaking, my heart raced as Jake let Dustin into our apartment. My pussy clenched and released in rhythmic pulses because I was so excited by the idea of what we were about to do. My tingling nipples pressed against the soft jersey of my blouse like diamonds, and my cheeks burned. I felt flushed and feverish with arousal.

We kicked back for a while chatting with Dustin about what we were aiming for in our video. I felt more at ease after he teased us a little for our kinky ways, saying he never knew we had it in us, then shared a story about once having sex in a public park. He assured us he d do the job and keep it private, and then Jake gave him the camcorder.

If performing for the camera had been provocative, stripping in front of Dustin increased my arousal a hundredfold. As unobtrusive as he tried to be, I couldn t ignore the fact that Jake s friend was operating the camera and witnessing our most intimate act. It was exhilarating.

Jake led me through my striptease, sitting back in a chair and directing my actions, telling me which item of clothing to take off next, and ordering me to bump and grind to the music. His sexy voice guided me right down to my thong, and then he rose to help me with that part of my undressing.

He spent a few moments playing with my tits, cupping them in his hands, pulling them out from my body and squeezing them, and then slapping them a little so they bounced for the camera. My attention was divided between Jake, leaning in to suck one of my erect nipples into his mouth, and Dustin, stone faced behind the camera. I could only tell he was affected by a quick glance at the telltale bulge in the front of his jeans.

Jake sucked and toyed with my tits for a while until they were tingling from his slaps, pinches and nibbles. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to give relief to my throbbing pussy. My belly twitched as he kissed his way down toward my crotch, and I held my breath in anticipation.

Dustin dropped to one knee, and I knew he was zooming in on Jake as he pushed my legs apart and nuzzled his face between them. My eyes drifted nearly closed at the wonderful sensation of his lapping tongue and the sight of our friend filming the moment.

When he d licked me until my legs trembled and I could scarcely stand, Jake scooped me up and carried me to the bed, laying me across it. We d talked about doing it doggy style for this video, but then decided the sexiest position, and one we hadn t tried yet at least on film was my legs pressed to the bed on either side of my head. I m very flexible and the position didn t bother me at all, but it looked extreme, and that was sexy.

It also exposed every bit of my private parts to the camera, and before Jake began fucking me, Dustin moved in and explored every naked inch of my pussy and ass. I imagined how it would look later, the pink folds of my cunt, so wet and shiny, and my small puckered anus clenching rhythmically under the camera s examination. Oh, how I longed to be touched anywhere from my clit to my asshole! But having Dustin and Jake s eyes linger on me was almost as good.

I held my heels, keeping my legs in place, while Jake tucked a small pillow under my ass, lifting my pussy even higher. He stroked me all over, dipping his finger inside my entrance then spreading my juices up and down my slit and all the way back to my anus.

Dustin s mouth was slightly open, and I heard him draw in an audible breath and murmur, Fuck! Still holding the camera steady with one hand, he reached down to adjust his erection with the other, squeezing it for a second through the rough denim.

Now that Jake was sure I was well lubricated, he moved in toward my uplifted pussy and guided his rigid cock to my waiting hole. His swollen head nudged against my entrance and pushed inside.

Dustin let out another low swear, and although he kept a respectful distance, I knew the camera was focused intimately close.

My fingers curled around my ankles, the strain on my legs slightly painful but oh so sexy. I looked down my torso to where Jake was drawing his shining length out of my body before thrusting inside once more. He fucked me slow and easy at first, then faster as the excitement of the situation spurred him onward.

Zoom in close. Catch everything, I urged Dustin, as Jake pounded into me.

My whole body rocked under the assault, and my tits jiggled. I moaned and cried out, Fuck me hard! The force of Jake s thrusts had moved me up the bed, and the top of my head hit the headboard with each new push. I loved the helpless feeling of having my legs resting on either side of my face. I couldn t push back onto Jake s cock I could only accept his deep thrusts.

Another glance at our cameraman showed he d surrendered to nature. He was still bravely holding the camcorder steady in one hand, but the other had released his cock from his fly and was pumping it in time with Jake s thrusts. The sight of his erection thrilled me and abruptly pushed me over the edge. My pussy clamped hard around Jake s dick, and then released a gush of come. I wailed aloud as I came.

Triggered by my orgasm, Jake followed soon after. His panting grunts turned into a long, drawn out groan, and he froze, buried deep inside me. His fingers dug into the fleshy backs of my thighs where he held them, and he rocked slightly as the last of his come spurted into me.

After only a moment s recovery, he pulled out, ordering me not to rest my legs yet. He moved aside and urged Dustin to focus the camera on the white jism oozing out of my slit and sliding all the way down the crack of my ass. When Jake saw that Dustin was too close to coming to perform the task, he climbed off the bed and took the camera from him. Jake trained the camera on my pussy, then said, Go ahead, Dustin. You might as well be in the video, too. Come on her stomach.

Dustin s hand moved in a blur, driving himself to the brink. It wasn t quite a threesome, but watching him stroke himself to orgasm and shoot his load of spunk onto my belly was close enough and I imagined how cool it would look on our video.

When he was finished, I finally released my straining legs to let them lie relaxed on the bed. Jake offered me his t shirt to wipe up our mess, and then I rose from the bed and put on a robe.

Jake dressed, too, and Dustin tucked his flaccid cock back in his jeans. The three of us went out to the living room, poured a round of beers, and sat back to watch our homemade video.

The lighting could be better, I couldn t help but critique. Then I got caught up in the sexy visuals and quit thinking about technical aspects. The sight of my legs drawn up high and exposing everything was incredibly hot, as if it wasn t me but some porn chick acting in a movie. I enjoyed the way I looked, and the way Jake s hand stroked me all over. Unbelievably, my pussy clenched as the image reminded me of what it felt like.

Every digital detail was crystal clear. Dustin s hand had been steady as he panned from Jake s grimace of ecstasy to mine, then down to capture the penetration shot. The camera zoomed in slowly, lingering on every detail of our anatomy for a while, then pulled back out to frame us both. It was only toward the end that Dustin s aim grew unsteady, and there was the fumbling moment when Jake had taken over the camera.

Dustin now featured in the film, his hand rapidly stroking his long, thin, cock, his groans the soundtrack to the movie. Then came his release and the white ribbons of come shooting all over me so sexy.

The three of us were silent when the show ended and the television screen showed fuzzy gray static.

That was hot, Dustin pronounced. Thanks so much for letting me be a part of it.

I agreed. It was hot, but already I was taking the next step. If having Dustin watch us had been such a huge turn on, imagine the excitement of showing our video to a larger audience. Dare we? Could we exhibit ourselves for an Internet crowd of invisible watchers?

My glance slid sideways to meet Jake s, and I knew from the look in his eyes that his answer would be yes.

Amazingly, it started after dinner one night at Greg and Terri s. Greg was showing me his latest high tech toy, a fancy new camcorder that came complete with a sensitive directional microphone. As I focused it across their living room, I discovered that, through the earphone, I could snoop on our wives quiet discussion. What I heard surprised me.

I like this one, said Terri, as she took a videotape box from the shelf. Softer somehow, a bit more romantic there s no come shots.

Oh, I don t know, Linda replied casually. I can see how a come shot might be kinda hot in the right circumstances. Sometimes I like to jerk Ben off, and when he comes in my hand, or on my tits, it feels sort of neat and nasty at the same time, all hot and sticky and shiny.

This was my shy Linda speaking? I was so surprised that I fumbled with the camcorder and had to readjust the earphone to catch more of their whispers. While their conversation got more risqu , Greg was chatting away in my other ear about lux numbers and auto focus but I wasn t paying any attention. And when he saw where I had the camera focused, he smiled. We re a couple of lucky guys, aren t we, Ben?

Looking through the lens, I realized how right he was. With their short summer dresses and long tanned legs, both of our ladies could have been models Linda with her girl next door looks blonde, blue eyed and perky while Terri s long dark hair and gypsy eyes hinted at smoldering Mediterranean fire.

I lowered the camcorder and followed Greg across the room. To my surprise, neither of the girls made any attempt to change the topic of conversation as we joined them. No, no faking it, Terri was saying. They don t try to pretend. They know we re watching, you see, and it makes them hot.

Ben, have you heard of this stuff? Linda asked me. Homemade porn?

Terri laughed. I think they prefer the term amateur erotic video. I take it neither of you has ever seen one? She looked at both of us. Would you like to?

Well . . . I said, suddenly uncomfortable.

Oh, Ben would love it, I m sure! Linda said. He s just worried about me! She reached up and kissed me, her tongue darting lightly and quickly between my lips.

And she was right. Linda and I had a rich and varied sex life, but try as I might, I hadn t been able to get her interested in erotic films or pictures. She knew I liked to look and accepted my interest with an amused tolerance. So when I felt her tongue teasing my own, I was surprised. The evening became electric with sudden and surprising possibilities.

Linda giggled at my reaction and turned back to Terri. What about that one we were talking about?

Terri ran her finger across the box of tapes. This one is really great!

I didn t think you were interested in this stuff, I whispered as our hosts took the tape and headed toward the VCR.

You never know, I might surprise you, Linda giggled. A few minutes later, we were both somewhat breathless, our eyes glued to Greg and Terri s twenty seven inch monitor.

There was no doubt that this was an amateur tape it lacked what Greg called Hollywood production values. Camera angles were odd and jittery, and light and shadow sometimes fell in confusing places. But these were real people, in their own bedroom, being nasty for the camera. And what they lacked in expertise, they made up for in raw lust.

At first the focus was on a demure brunette doing a strip that would coax an erection from a dead man. She danced her way down to nothing but a black lace G string, revealing a clean shaven pussy, then pulled the narrow band of silk up until it disappeared between her pouting cunt lips. As the camera came in closer, she began rocking her hips back and forth, rubbing the silk faster and faster against her clit until she came.

The video cut to a hot tub, where the brunette and her boyfriend demonstrated interesting ways to play with water jets. The camera jiggled a moment and steadied as it was locked onto a tripod. Then the camerawoman, a striking redhead whose charms were barely hidden by a scanty string bikini, matter of factly walked on camera and climbed into the tub to join them. As she slid into the water, I thought I caught a glimpse of a tattoo on her hip. It looked like a rose.

Do you think I should get a tattoo? Linda giggled quietly. In the darkened room, she reached toward my lap and squeezed my very erect cock.

Whoever these three were, they weren t afraid to play out their fantasies for the camera. We saw them frolicking in the water and at poolside. Then the action cut to a bedroom where the three of them, in various combinations, played x rated games on red satin sheets. They showed us their private tattoos, their ben wa balls and their leather collars.

And what made it so incredibly hot was knowing that these weren t actors! The brunette beauty who shaved her pussy for us could be a lawyer or a homemaker. The redhead I was watching give an enthusiastic blowjob could live next door, and the guy she was sucking could be our neighborhood grocer! They were people like Linda and me. Or Greg and Terri.

I stole a glance across the room, to the opposite loveseat, where our hosts were cuddling in the shadows. Greg s hand had slid up between the folds of Terri s skirt, and her hips were undulating with a slow and insistent rhythm. Her face achieved a distant, unfocused look, even though her pretty green eyes remained focused on the screen.

Linda was squirming beside me, trying to control her own excitement. God, aren t they hot? she whispered into my ear. I wasn t sure at first if she meant the videotape or our hosts, but a glance assured me that she was as fascinated as I was by the scene on the other loveseat. Who do you think will come first? she whispered as she nibbled at my earlobe. The couple on TV or Terri?

On the screen, the redhead continued her blowjob, using one hand to jerk her boyfriend off while she sucked. The camera panned down to reveal that she was violently masturbating herself with her other hand. I was so hard my balls were aching. Can we just climb behind this couch and fuck? I murmured to Linda.

She pressed herself up against me and said, I have another idea. Can you really operate Greg s camera? I nodded.

As Linda whispered her plan to me, we could hear Terri panting as Greg brought her to new heights. Then Terri glanced up when she realized that we were looking. There was a shadow of hesitation as she realized that she and Greg were a part of the show. Suddenly, I felt like Linda and I were Peeping Toms, disturbing their innocent fun.

But Terri kept her eyes on us, and leaned back against Greg s shoulder and whispered into his ear. He glanced over at us, smiled, whispered something back and slowly, deliberately, Terri resumed her rhythm against Greg s hand.

Linda and I had virtually abandoned the TV show in favor of openly ogling our hosts, but with an occasional glance it was clear that the video was approaching the come shot that Terri had promised. It seemed like a race between Terri, who was now unashamedly riding her husband s hand, and the redhead onscreen who was riding her own.

Linda was panting in sympathetic lust. That s all right, hon, she said to Terri, you don t have to hide it from us. You want to show us, don t you? You want to share all that energy!

Linda s words set her off, and Terri began to whimper and clench her teeth, pursuing the ragged edges of orgasm as Greg pumped his fingers in and out of her cunt.

The couple onscreen won the race, but only by seconds. I don t know if it was Linda s enthusiastic support, Greg s expert fingers or the sight of the man in the video squirting his semen all over the redhead s face, but Terri came with a wail of sexual relief that filled the room.

The TV screen went white with static as the video ended, and there was a moment of stunned silence as we all tried to recover. Terri pulled her skirt down and jumped up to turn on the lights. You could cut the sexual tension with a knife. Then Linda broke the silence. So . . . are you going to show us yours?

Greg and Terri murmured something as they straightened up. Linda walked over to join them, perching on the arm of their loveseat. Don t tell me you haven t done one! she said to their blushing faces.

Both Greg and Terri were stammering in stereo about bad camera angles and unfocused film. Linda just looked at them with a beatific but knowing smile.

It sounds like what you two really need is a cameraman . . . On cue, I raised the camcorder to my shoulder and focused on the loveseat. . . . And a director! Linda continued. You won t have to worry about tripods or camera angles. We ll take care of that! Just show us what you do when you make love.

I guess we do pretty much what everyone else does, Greg said.

Will you share that with us? Will you kiss for us? Do it . . . come on . . . that s good . . . let me see your tongue . . . yours, too, Greg, you stud!

Just like actors, they obeyed Linda s excited commands. I realized that she wasn t merely directing them, she was seducing them into performing for the camera. At her urging, they began to expose their sexual habits and fantasies.

How do you like him to do your tits? Do you like it a little bit rough sometimes? Do you ever bite her tits, Greg? Sometimes I like Ben to just kind of roll my nipples between his fingers for a while. As she spoke, Linda undid a few buttons of her own blouse and slid her hand under the frilly edge of her bra cup.

I like Greg to hold my breasts, said Terri, and squeeze them just a bit. And I like him to tease my nipples ever so lightly. Picking up his cue, Greg slid the straps of Terri s sundress from her shoulders and cupped her voluptuous tits as if they were an offering. And I was catching it all on camera.

. . . Suck on them for a while.

I like to finger her right here

After each small confession, Linda would say, That s hot! That s neat! Would you share that with us? Would you show us? And by her casual assumption of authority she took the responsibility, allowing Greg and Terri to perform uninhibitedly for the camera. It was only a matter of moments before our friends lay completely nude across the loveseat, fondling each other.

Linda stepped back to check my monitor. Get tight on his hard on, honey. Make it hot for us girls, too! Okay now, open your legs wide, Terri. Show us how wet you get when Greg feels you up. I can t believe how big and hard Greg s cock is in your hand. And your pussy lips get so puffy . . . so red. Do mine get that puffy, Ben? Oh, look at her clit. See how it stands up and begs for attention?

As Linda spoke, I moved around the loveseat to find the best angles and the hottest shots. Occasionally, I would set up a smooth, panning establishing shot, and sometimes I was close enough to smell the sex.

Linda continued to direct. Do you suck him off, Terri? Can you show us? Oh yeah, Greg, that s some cock you ve got there. Can she take it all? Can she deep throat it? Can you see this, honey? Is it in frame?

Terri was slathering her tongue around and around Greg s cockhead as if it were a lollipop, jerking his foreskin quickly up and down. She began tickling and teasing at the base of his cock with her long red fingernails, and I came in close, focusing on the contrast between those fingernails and his thick veined shaft. Greg was groaning with pleasure, and his cock began to jerk and swell with every lick of Terri s tongue.

But Linda recognized the signs and interrupted his impending climax. Does he lick you too, Terri? Do you two ever sixty nine? We want you to show us. That s right, Terri, swing your ass around until that pretty pink pussy is right over his mouth! Ben, close in on this. I want to see Greg s tongue. Oh, that s right. He knows just how to work your clit, doesn t he, Terri?

I was going after the new angle, but Terri had ideas of her own. She turned to Linda and asked if she could fuck her own husband. Linda reluctantly gave permission but said that she wanted a come shot. Eagerly, Terri swung around so that she was astride Greg s hard on.

Wait! said Linda. She directed Terri to reach down and spread her pussy lips wide open with her own fingers while I moved around to get her wet, pink love tunnel in my viewfinder. Then, inch by slow inch, Terri lowered herself onto her husband s pole. I moved in, wanting to get every moment of it on videotape. I was doing my best to ignore my own aching need for relief.

As Terri began to pick up the tempo, Linda went to her knees at the side of the couch, watching them as closely as she dared without interfering with my camerawork. Her blouse was unbuttoned to her waist, and she was fingering her nipples through the gauzy lace of her bra. Her eyes were glazed over as though she was mesmerized by the hypnotic rhythm of their fucking. In time with Greg s every upward thrust, Linda murmured, Do it. Do it to her, as if it were a mantra.

Terri, meanwhile, moved faster and faster, snapping her hips downward to meet Greg s. The new shotgun mike clearly picked up the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh. Her skin glowed with a sheen of perspiration her breasts were swollen and pink with the flush of sexual excitement.

Behind me now, Linda panted out directions in a voice frenzied with lust. You re going to come again soon, aren t you, baby? Show us how it feels. Do it for us. Come pretty for the camera! Terri cried out as she came, and her face distorted into a mask of exquisite agony. She gasped for breath and screamed again, slapping her cunt against the base of Greg s cock in uncontrollable spasms. And from the sound of Greg s groans, he wasn t far behind!

No! Linda called out. Give me that come shot, that hot money shot!

With a last whimper of ecstasy, Terri lifted herself from Greg s cock, reached down with both hands, and finished Greg off with a few quick strokes. He erupted with a jet of hot white cream against her belly, shooting again and again, his semen dripping down her thighs and onto the sofa. As if it were liquid gold, Terri ran her fingers through it and spread it across her breasts and her throat, then licked it from her fingers. I focused tightly on a droplet of come that escaped from her soft, relaxed lips and followed it as it slid down her chin.

But even as Greg and Terri began to drift into a post climactic reverie, I heard Linda s sharp, breathy gasps. It was a sound I knew well I recognized its urgency from our most intimate moments. I swung around and caught my wife in the viewfinder. She was on her back on the floor, her legs open wide, and she was frantically pulling her panties down to finger herself. Never before had I seen her express such raw, physical hunger!

She saw me aim the camera at her and shook her head. Oh, come on, Ben! But she didn t stop doing herself. She began double clutching, rubbing her clit quickly with one hand while driving the fingers of her other hand deep into her pussy. Her little finger got into the act, teasing open the orifice of her asshole.

Her hips were almost hopping off the carpet now. Please, oh God, I need it, Ben! she cried. Give it to me!

Greg and Terri, recovering from their own exertions, were looking on with interest from the loveseat. Well, Ben? Greg said to me.

Terri gently reached out and took the camera from my hands. Your turn, kids. It s only fair, she said.

I got my clothes off in record time. Kneeling between my wife s open thighs, I pulled the fabric of her panties aside. Linda whimpered her assent and spread her legs wide in invitation.

Off to the side I could see the blinking red light of the camcorder as Terri, naked, moved around to get the shot. But I didn t care. In one stroke, I entered Linda s well lubricated pussy. Moaning, she turned her head and looked into the camera as Terri panned across us. That s it, baby, Terri said. You show us now! Do it for the camera!

My husband and I have been married for five years, and sometimes he s on the road for weeks at a time. Barry works for a large accounting firm and often has to travel to distant cities to audit various companies.

Last year, while renting some videos, I happened to cruise by the adult film section. All those sexy titles intrigued me, and a light bulb went on in my head why not watch a video of couples getting it on! At least it would pass the time.

When I got home I immediately popped in the tape that I had chosen. The fucking started as soon as the television screen lit up, and I was quite surprised by the spontaneity of it all. By the time the second vignette came on, featuring two attractive women in a very hot looking sixty nine, my hand was down inside my pants. I imagined myself as one of the women, perhaps even with my husband watching!

My head was thrown back on the couch and my pants were down, and soon my fingers were covered with my sticky wetness. Close to orgasm, I was moaning quite loudly and didn t hear Barry s key in the front door. Boy, did he get a surprise. There I was, legs splayed and crying out in pleasure, bringing myself off! Barry looked more than a little shocked.

But he recovered fast, and so did I. He sat down beside me on the couch and I couldn t tell if he was going to laugh or cry. As the video played on and the sounds of love filled the room, Barry said, Brenda, you looked so sexy doing that. I was relieved and my embarrassment floated away.

My husband took me in his arms and we kissed. Not much later we were in the bedroom making passionate love. In fact, we stayed in bed for the rest of the day. That evening, Barry said, Hon, you know we have a camera, right? Why don t we tape ourselves fucking? When I m away and you get horny, you could bop to something you are familiar with.

Wow! What a great idea! I wasn t sure how we were going to do it, but it turned out that with the camera set up on the tripod it was pretty easy. I wore my sexy black G string panties and matching bra, and Barry looked so handsome in his paisley silk boxers.

We lit the room with candles, the most flattering kind of light, and positioned the camera right at the foot of our bed. My husband and I started kissing and caressing each other, immortalizing our love on film. In no time our sexy underwear was off and we were really into it.

I settled back on the bed and opened my legs wide, exposing my pussy to the camera s eye. Barry licked his way down to my cunt, staying off to one side so that his oral play would be visible on the tape.

I was steaming, knowing that my husband s tongue was just a breath away from my pussy and that the camera was catching it all!

Barry made a great show of licking my sex and pulling my lips apart with his fingers. He kept licking me and sliding his fingers in and out of my wetness. He sucked on my clitoris until I came, my cries and moans filling the room.

I asked my darling husband if he could turn toward the camera with his lovely cock in full view. He did so very gallantly, pushing his hips out lewdly and telling the camera to suck it. That s when I took him in my mouth. I sucked him slowly at first, then much faster, until my lips were sliding rapidly up and down the shaft and my tongue was drawing swirling patterns of saliva on his cockhead. I pictured myself as a hot new porn actress giving her well hung costar an expert blowjob!

We moved closer to the camera and I asked Barry to mount me from behind while we both faced the tripod. I held my ass up high for him and Barry slid his cock in quickly as he proceeded to grab my swaying breasts. We both made a point of looking straight at the camera while we were fucking so that I could later see the beatific expressions on our faces.

The camera was like an aphrodisiac and we went at it for quite some time. I was filled with his lovely, thrusting cock, and the friction in my cunt was making me shake and rattle with another gut wrenching orgasm. Barry kept telling me how great I felt and how spectacular we were going to look on camera.

I knew from the grunts my husband was making that he was about to come, and I asked him to pull out of me and move closer to the tripod. With his cock bobbing very close to the camera, I slid my hands all around the shaft and started pumping him. When he came, I let his ejaculate spurt all over my eager face. I also scooped some off the tip of his cock and made a great show of licking my fingers clean. The last thing I did was smile sexily into the camera.

Now when Barry s away, I have a little part of him to keep me company. We ve made two more hot videos, one where he spanks me and then takes me anally, and another of him masturbating for the camera.

Sometimes I ll get all comfy on our couch with a big tube of scented oil and play with myself while watching my husband and me make passionate love. It s super stimulating, and by the time Barry gets home from his business trip I am all hot and bothered, to say the least.

Oh, and I have never rented another adult film from our local video store. I think ours are much better!

Ms. Brenda W., Rochester, New York