The Video: A Loving Wife Story

"He was trying to get you into a gang bang, huh?"

"Yeah, I think so. I do a lot to please a man I like, and maybe back
then I'd have even done that, but that wasn't the way to show he liked
me, not insisting on me being a sex toy for his buddies. I changed my
mind about him then. It turned out he was dating someone else at the
same time, and a couple of months later I heard he was getting
married."

"So he was cheating on you at the same time. I understand how that
would make you feel." I was cuddling up to her, feeling her softness
and warmth, enjoying every moment of it, feeling a bit angry about the
way Larry treated her. Even so, I found myself saying "I would have
liked to see the thing with Ed, though, that sounds really sexy."

She moved back against me, understanding the difference between sex
and love. She understood what I meant, and said "It was very sexy,
with Larry right there watching, and me being the center of attention.
I liked that part of it a lot, but it mattered to me that Jerry was my
boyfriend. When that started to change, well, everything did. I wanted
to feel then like I do now, I mean we're married, I like having a
committed relationship, that makes me feel really good," she told me,
pressing back against me. "You make me feel loved and secure, that
makes sex with you exciting, hell, it means having sex with you is
making love."

"Do you ever miss being a sexy wild woman like you were?"

"No, not really. Well, maybe sometimes when you tease me, but it's no
big deal." She paused for a moment or two. "Why are you asking? Am I
wild enough for you?"

"You're plenty for me. Am I enough for you?"

"Of course," she said.

She snuggled closer.

"I understand how excited Larry was, that night," I told her, holding
her to me, feeling that wonderful warm body. "That was very sexy, that
thing with Ed."

"That's twice you said that in a couple of minutes, baby. I know a new
way to excite you, by telling you about that again."

"That would work: I like hearing about things you've done, things like
that."

She pressed against me. "You said you'd like to have been there, to
see that, kind of like a live sex show? I know you like to watch us,
when I go down on you, or in mirrors and stuff. Does that make you a
voyeur?"

"Maybe. I know what it's like to have sex with you, but seeing you in
action would be a different thing, an erotic thing."

"Oh?" She wiggled even closer, teasing me. "Do you have a buddy with a
birthday coming?"

"No, I wish I did. If we ever did that I'd want you to feel sexy and
wanton and free."

She moved a little, being provocative. "Oh, you're a bad man. "

She could feel me respond.

"It's been over three years since I had sex with anyone but you,
babe." She reached behind her, felt me -- I wasn't hard, but not soft,
either. "But you sound and feel like it's something you're interested
in." She felt me hardening. "You pervert, you're getting horny again,"
she said, caressing me.

"A little. Tell you what -- if you ever want to give me a real sexual
treat, do that bed dancing sometime when I can watch."

"That's quite a suggestion, lover." She was quiet for a few minutes, I
thought she might have fallen asleep.

Then she whispered "Getting you excited is fun. I love you more than I
ever did Larry, and you know what I did for him. If something like
that would work for you, I'd do it."

'"It would work for me," I said.

She moved again, settling down to go to sleep, protected and secure in
my arms. "You're going to have to ask me sometime when you have some
circulation to your other brain, the one you're supposed to think
with. Right now, it feels like it's all going to that one between your
legs." Then her breathing smoothed out, and we fell asleep spooned
together.

Lovemaking, sex, fucking -- however you characterize it, got even
better. Jayne would tease me with the Larry and Ed story until I was
ready to burst. If we were going to be erotic, and not make love, it
was my favorite way to launch the night. But hell, if you're reading
this story, it's because the idea works for you too. It was all fodder
for our sex life.

A week later Jayne and I were surfing the web together, and I opened
some badly done pictures on the Hot Wife Forum. I mean, they were
about as sexy as photos in a GYN text. I had a thought. "Hey Jayne,
did you ever have your picture taken, or a video, something like that,
when you were with one of your boyfriends?"

"Lots of pictures, sure. Oh, you mean 'with' in the biblical sense,
sexy pictures. No, never. Pictures were off limits. Bill, I love being
a teacher, and you know the school board where I teach. If some guy
got mad at me and sent them pictures, how long do you think I'd have a
job? That would have been too risky."

"So no ex-boyfriend will be sending me sexy pictures or a video, or
posting them here, huh?"

"Not a chance," she assured me.

I leered at her: "too bad."

Then she understood. "Oh, you mean you'd like to see pictures of me
like that? You're even weirder than I thought."

Later, sitting with an evening glass of wine, Jayne made an
announcement. "Bill, I've been thinking. I feel really secure in this
marriage. If you want videos of us, it would be OK with me."

"You're almost right, kiddo," I told her. "I'd like videos, but I
already know what it looks like when you and I are making love or
having sex. I'd be more interested in videos of you. But not with me."

"Oh, you're back at the wanting to be there stage, huh?"

"I guess so," I said, but it was no guess. That was exactly what I was
thinking about.

"Hey fella, we opted for an exclusive relationship but I never thought
having sex was a bad thing. Before, if I met a guy I kind of liked,
I'd have sex just for fun, you know that. We're the way we are because
we chose that way, we can change it if you want. Sex does not equal
love in my book."

"You mean, you'd have no problem having 'recreational sex,' even now?"

"Of course not, but it would have to be something you agreed with. I
couldn't do it in the context of an affair or sneaking around or
anything like that."

"What about," I wanted to be really sure about this, "what about, like
that time with Larry and Ed?"

"I don't have to try to make you jealous or anything," she said,
"because I know we have a solid marriage. But if you wanted to do
something like that for fun, sure. Or even videotape it. I know you
wouldn't use them against me ever. Hell, reviewing the tape might help
me improve my technique, just like you watching tapes of your golf
swing helps yours."

"You'd do that?"

"Sure. It's no big deal, one way or the other. Want to have another
glass of wine, or should we go to bed and fuck?"

We had enough wine.

Later, after everything, I had a statement and a question. "I want to
do that video. Who do you want to do it with?"

"I don't know," she told me. "It has to be someone nice, though. Like
Ed was, back then. He was really nice to me when a lot of guys would
be crude, like Larry was."

The next morning, Jayne asked the obvious question: "Is it still
something you want to do?"

"Yeah, sure I do."

"Me, too. I think putting on a show for you would be fun. Do you have
someone in mind?"

"No, do you?"

"I've been off the market for three years, honey, I'd have to think
about it."

We were about to leave for work when I had the glimmering of an idea.
"Hey Jayne, come to the actors workshop tonight. There's no one there
you know anymore. Oh, and don't let on we're married, OK? There's
someone there I want you meet."

"Sounds interesting, I'll see you there."

I was expecting only a half dozen people, and that's all that came.
When Jayne arrived we greeted each other with a hug and kiss, that was
fairly consistent with the way people acted in the workshop
environment and raised no comments. After the kiss I whispered "check
out Ron. Let me know if you think he's sexy."

I introduced Jayne as someone who used to attend, but who had been
away for a couple of years.

It didn't take long for Ron, who really is our resident Casanova and
seducer of anything with a vagina, to sit next to Jayne, and do his
seductive best. She good naturedly tolerated him -- rejection was what
he usually got at the workshop, but it never stopped him from trying.

The group took turns working a couple of scenes we'd been using. Some
of the attendees were really very good: Ron was one of the better
ones. It got late, people started drifting home.

"What do you think of Ron?" I asked Jayne.

"He's something of a flash in the pan. I think he'd be fun for a
while, but there's not a lot to him," she replied. "Cute enough,
though, and he looks solid. Probably works out a lot."

"Oh, he does, and he's all the things you've said. Want to have a
little fling with him?"

"Oh, now I'm sure what this was about. This was an audition for him,
and he didn't know it. I think he'd be fun for a fling, sure. I want
to know how you intend to work this."

I had a plan. "Play along with what I say, you'll see." Then louder, I
said "Hey Ron, stay a minute, please."

In a couple of minutes there were only the three of us left.

"Ron, I have a problem you can help with, and it'll earn you a few
bucks, too. First, can you keep a secret?"

"Sure I can keep secrets, hell, I'm got clearance for way past secret
at work."

"OK," I said. "Look, here's the deal." Jayne looked at me really
quizzically when I said "Jayne's husband is a bit strange."

"So?"

"Well, he wants an erotic film of Jayne for his own private use."

"Yeah?"

"He wants me to do the filming, and I need a male lead. Would you like
to be in Jayne's film?"

Ron looked at her in astonishment.

"You mean, a sex movie, with her? I mean, with you, Jayne? Like, for
money?"

"Not much money," I told him. "It would be a hundred bucks for work
here under my direction."

"With Jayne? You bet I would."

"What do you think, Jayne? Do you think your husband would find Ron
good for the movie?"

Jayne looked bright red, she was blushing so much. "Uh, you know him
pretty well, Bill, and you're in charge of the project. If you think
Ron's OK, he will too."

"OK, it's a deal then. Ron, I'm gonna use this space. How about
tomorrow, starting at 8?"

Ron spoke up. "Uh, I want to be sure I understand. This is going to be
an explicit sex movie, me and Jayne?"

"Yeah."

"All Right!"

I just thought of something. "Not to cramp your style, but it's pretty
important you not have sex tonight, we'll need you, uh, potent might
be the right word."

"Uh," he asked, "uh, will we use condoms?"

"Are you healthy, do you usually use them?"

"Uh, sure I am, of course, healthy that is, and no, I don't use
condoms with my girlfriends."

"Then, this'll be a bare back video, Ron. Do you have a problem with
that?"

"Uh, no, that's the way I'd like it."

I turned to my wife. "Jayne, bare back is what you want, too, isn't
it?"

She was still having problems grasping how fast this was happening.
"Oh, uh, yeah, that'll be OK."

Ron had a glitter in his eye, and a hint of something else, too. "I
can't wait," Ron said over his shoulder, as he left the workspace.

Jayne and I left a minute later, and I walked her to her car. I was
about to kiss her when I saw Ron start up his car, and we got a
cheerful wave as he drove by.

Jayne wasn't quite speechless when we got home. "You are one slick
operator," she said when she came in.

"You are dealing with a professional, here," I agreed with her.

"I'll be professional, too," she said. "If you get those clothes off,
I'll show you just how professional I can be."

She didn't show me anything new, the oldies but goodies were plenty
enough. "Ron's going to be a satisfied man," I told her when she was
done.

"There's more to him than meets the eye," Jayne told me as she lay
beside me. "I think he's going to be very interesting. It would be a
mistake for me to think of him as just a boy toy."

"Not just a life support system for a penis, huh?"

"Nope. Tell you what, if he was a couple of years older, and I wasn't
married, I could see myself dating him for a while."

"You see more there than I do, baby, but the important thing is that
you think he'll be fun tomorrow."

"You bet he will be. Now, tell me your plan."

"Exactly what I said," I told her. "I'm going to make an erotic video
to please your husband."

"I want details," she told me.

"It'll be improv, but I think you should start off with that teddy you
used before," I told her. "The real question is, do you think you
could have a good time with Ron?"

"At least as good as with Ed, sure. Especially with you being
supportive."

We got the workshop space early, got the temperature set to 75, got
clean bedding on the double bed prop we've often used.

Jayne reached into her knapsack and brought out a small bottle of baby
lotion -- "I may want to get all oily, you know."

The space was ready, the lighting was just enough for the video
camera, I had some background music on, it was private, we were
excited, and then came the knock on the door. Ron arrived!

I had us all sit: "Let's talk this through. I want this to be one long
uninterrupted take. There's no script, improvise as you go along. I'll
try to be unobtrusive, but I'll be filming everything. One other
thing, Ron: Jayne has final say in anything that goes on."

Ron spoke up. "I was thinking about this. Since this is for your
husband, Jayne, should we acknowledge that in the film? I mean, if it
was me, it would be more exciting if the man enjoying my wife would
say things like 'She really feels good,' and things like that, or
Jayne, if you said 'I hope you wanted me to do' whatever you're doing.
It's not like we're pretending there's a fourth wall -- it's for him."

Ron was more insightful than I gave him credit for. "What do you
think, Jayne. Want to do it that way, to show off for your husband?"

"Yeah. Yeah, let's do that."

"Let's use your husband's name, Jayne, that'll help me personalize
it," Ron asked.

"OK. Uh, it's Bill, his name is Bill, same as, uh, well, Bill," she
said, gesturing at me.

"OK, that's good. So we can just talk to Bill as if he was your
husband. That'll make it really sexy. I have a couple of other
questions. I don't think it would be very sexy if we just started, uh,
having intercourse on the bed. Besides, I like lots of sexy foreplay.
Do you, Jayne?"

This guy was really thinking.

"Yeah, I do."

"Is there anything special you like to do?" he asked.

"Uh, backrubs, I give sexy backrubs."

"Well, I'd like that, but what about things done to you?"

"Like what?"

"Anal, bondage, oral, stuff like that?"

"No anal," she said, that hurts, "and no bondage either. If the mood's
right, I like both giving and getting oral."

"Vibrator? I brought one just in case."

"Not to insult you, Ron, but only if you're not man enough."

"It's going to be very exciting, but I should be able to keep in
control," he said. "Bill, how do you want us to start?"

"Jayne brought a teddy she's going to change into. There's a robe in
the dressing room for you, Ron. After you both are, well, uh, in
costume, we can start, OK?"

Ron stood up, and took her hand, and bent down and kissed her. "Jayne,
let's put on a good show for Bill. Break a leg."

"Go change, guys," I said.

It took Ron a New York minute to come out wearing a robe.

He sat on the bed, closed his eyes and did the deep breathing soothing
exercises I taught people to use, as he willed himself into his role.

I expected Jayne was doing the same thing in the dressing room. I did
too. After all, I had the role of director, camera operator, and
cuckold husband, all at the same time.

Her dressing room door opened, and Jayne emerged, wearing a dressing
gown, her feet still in the medium heels she were here.

"Ron, Bill, are you ready?" she asked.

I picked up the camera. "I am, are you, Ron?"

"Yes sir, Mr. Director."

"OK," I said, "the camera's rolling. Action!"

I panned from Ron on the bed to Jayne, standing 10 feet away.

Jayne spoke up, looking at me, at the camera. "Bill, this is my
present to you, the most wonderful husband a woman could want."

Ron came into the frame. "Thank you, Bill, for the chance to be with
Jayne." He was showing unexpected sensitivities.

"I hope this is want you wanted to see," he continued, and turned to
Jayne.

He reached to her chin, tilted her head up, and started a soft kiss. I
zoomed in, moving to find lips touching, and seamlessly their arms
moved around the other's body, the kiss intensified until there was
little doubt mouths had opened, and the gentle kiss turned into an
erotic one.

Ron was remarkable! Somehow he turned, so that he was facing the
camera so Jayne's back was to me. The kiss continued, and I watched
and filmed as his hands moved from the small of her back up and down
on the robe, until they were cupping her buttocks, lifting her so she
was standing on her toes, holding her to him, against him. Jayne, into
the scene, did that thing some women do, and wrapped a leg around his,
pressing her pelvis into his hip.

Oh, that was hot!

Ron's hands moved to her waist, and I watched as he urged her to turn,
so that now he was behind her, she was facing me, facing the camera,
while he kissed at her ear, her neck. She tilted her head to
accommodate him, and her hands were over his, still on her hips.

Ron looked up -- "Bill, I liked doing that."

His hands moved up, over her stomach, over her breasts, and down again
-- he was being incredibly sexy!

"I like taking my time with her, Bill, it's much more fun that way."

From behind his hands met at her belly, where the robe sash was tied.
"Help me with it, let's open your robe, Jayne."

Jayne's hand found the belt, pulled at it, until it fell hanging from
its loops, and the robe, wrapped well around her, began unwinding,
opening, displaying her neck, cleavage, the teddy and its underlying
panties.

"Good girl, Jayne," he told her, and his hands moved along the robe's
lapels , his curled fingers moving along her neck, then her cleavage,
up and down, while he nibbled at her neck. He was being very careful
to show the camera, and me, exactly what he was doing.

"Jayne, darling," he said, "why don't you reach behind you, and touch
me?"

Jayne was blushing, for a woman as experienced as she is, she reddens
so easily, but she did as she was told.

"Like what you feel, Jayne? Can you tell that I'm excited, darling?"

"You are, I feel you."

"Your wife is touching my crotch, Bill. I think she's excited, and
she's exciting me, too. Whenever I move my hands here," they moved
down over her belly, lightly touching, brushing over her groin,"
whenever I do that, it feels like you're warm, even hot, Jayne. Are
you?"

"Yes, I am. Bill, honey, I thought doing this was just for you, I
thought it would be just going through the motions for me, but this is
very, very sexy."

"Jayne, let's take your robe off."

She didn't answer in words, but pushed at the shoulders, and shrugged
it down her arms. Ron stepped back, and the robe fell to the floor.

Ron stepped back, and sat on the bed. "Turn around so I can look at
you."

The camera, and me, the cameraman, was enjoying the view of her
breasts, covered but not concealed. I've seen them before, many times,
but never like this, with another man right there.

She faced him.

"Lovely. Jayne, you're lovely. Bill, you're a lucky man."

He beckoned to her, and she moved, standng between his legs.

He nuzzled her cleavage. I moved so I could watch and record the first
time another man played with my wife that way. Her teddy grew wet with
his mouth, her nipples pushed against the wet material, fully erect.

Ron took his time, he was being a careful and considerate exciter of
my wife. His hands were moving along her sides, caressing her, while
she held his head to her. The camera's timer told me it had used 12 of
its 90 minutes of film - it was the longest 12 minutes of my life.