Mark keeps muttering ‘wow’ and ‘fuck’, he can’t quite understand or believe how horny I am tonight but he is taking advantage of it as he fucks me with passion and energy.
Earlier today I found his stash DVD’s that show us, in graphic detail, fucking as we are now doing, in fact I have checked for any camera that may be hidden in the bedroom. I haven’t as yet revealed to my husband that I am aware of the images of us that he has kept from me; I want to enjoy them and the incredible benefits I get from seeing them.
Now that I am alone in the house and I have the opportunity, I prepare myself to watch more exciting images of my husband fucking me. So far all the images have been with me flat on my back with Mark pounding my pussy with his ecstasy-giving cock. I adore watching his tight ass clenching and unclenching as he thrusts forward and back, and the shots where his balls and my ass are in close-up; how does he get those shots without me ever have been aware?
I thought to be naked on the bed with my favourite vibe near to hand before the next video that I had located started to spin; the anticipation has already got my pussy itching and moist. However, I strip to my undies, choosing to rub the crotch of a satiny pair of Mark’s favourite panties into my cleft where it instantly picks up the slick moisture there.
Oh fuck. Images generated by our old low definition flash on the screen. I’m not keen on the videos captured by my husband holding the camera; I start to get queasy with the rapid movements of the images. Just as I go to press the FF button on the remote something grabs attention on the screen, although the picture dances on the screen and the image is blurry, the one thing that stands out to me is that this girl receiving the guy’s cock has a dark bush; mine is blonde and trimmed!
I giggle self-consciously, silly mare, it’s not Mark; this is an excerpt from some other guy’s camera. Do all men look the same in blurry, shaking vids?
The clip is far too short to make out definitively just who the couple is, even though I run it a dozen times. But my pussy is on a promise and wants attention so I press FF to arrive at the next video.
The TV screen in the bedroom shows an empty room for so long I get impatient and fast forward again. My body tenses as the naked body of my husband appears and I slow down the video to admire his beautiful body; why do guys constantly play with their cocks? Mark’s cock is already hard but he walks around the room pumping it.
I am startled when his face appears at the camera and he licks his lips very suggestively and leers. Then his face is replaced by his cock which isn’t small but now fills the TV screen in stunning HD; as he slides his hand over that hard meat my fingers scrabble aside the panties and a finger rubs hard at my wet lips.
Standing back Mark points towards the camera and the picture zooms in to the bed and out again; I had no idea that he could operate the camera remotely.
Three fingers penetrate my pussy tunnel and I expand them as I thrust them in and out, it is good, so good.
The video image changes, mark must have edited this bit. He is now on his back on our bed, and as usual his hand is stroking his cock. Then another naked body appears, and strangely I feel a little embarrassed as my image prances around the bedroom.
Fuck, what am I doing? It’s all too obvious what, on screen I am making lewd gestures with a vibrator in my hand. I rub it over my body, my mound, my tits, then put it to my mouth, licking then sucking it. As my fingers now thrust deep into my pussy I realise that I am turned on my own embarrassing images.
I can’t watch any more of that silly girl so I prod the FF button to arrive at the point when I am on the bed on my tummy with Mark’s dick in my mouth and suddenly I want it, now, in my mouth, to suck it, to feel its warmth and hardness.
To assist my fingers now squelching in an out of my pussy I press the two middle fingers of the other hand hard onto my clit and circulate them over it and my lips. I thrust my hips upward off the bed and for a moment the video runs without a viewer as my eyes close tight at the onset of an orgasm. Oh god, oh god, yes, yes, oh fuck, jeeze!
The intense throbbing at pussy and ass slowly subsides and with a little effort I am able to refocus my eyes on the TV screen, and for a moment my hands lie motionless on the bed beside me, I am drained. Although the video continues as the couple fuck, I close my eyes again and wallow in pleasure of the exhaustion that my orgasm has left me.
I see but I don't see; I can’t absorb the meaning of the images I see on the TV. The male, my hubby, the female, me, but something isn’t right, I raise myself onto my elbows and blink rapidly until my brain finally makes sense of the images my eyes witness.
What the fuck? It’s Mark alright, but now the female is wearing red panties, and shit, she has dark hair, mine is blonde! Where did I see those red panties... in Mark’s drawer?
I hadn’t forgotten about my husband’s stash of panties in the false bottom drawer in his den, I had put the fact to the back of my mind while I took pleasure from see him fuck me.
On the TV screen Mark, my husband was lying naked beside another woman. oh dear god, no!
He is fingering those red panties pulled tight to the slut’s meaty pussy; she has at least seven pounds more than I but Mark seems to love it. He had, all through the time we are together, criticised if I gained a pound! Now he has bedded a slut that he would describe as fat, the bastard.
As the images continue to display on the TV I dress, I feel violated in my own home, as if that slut can see me. My husband is now performing the ultimate insult to me, fucking the dark-haired slut and with the red panties still on her dirty ass. I pick up the remote and hurl it at the fornicators; it bounces off the screen spewing its batteries onto the floor.
Fuck, fuck, F U C K!
In the false drawer my kitchen scissors could make short work of all the disgusting collection of the slut’s underwear; I plan to leave the remnants there but suddenly I have an Idea and I toss them back, tidying up to return the drawer to its former state.
I take a few days of watching the videos to locate my unfaithful husband’s hiding places for the cameras. Each one must have been hidden in one of his sport bags laid casually but strategically on the bedroom furniture. What I now have in mind won’t need the cameras to be hidden, in fact the knowledge of their recording of what I plan will drive me on and...; the plan forms in my head and I laugh out loud. Pussy is pleased with what I have in mind and approves in the way she always does, so I reward her briefly with my fingers.
-oOo-
Mark is away for another “boys’ weekend” and all is planned for this evening; I have denied pussy her demands for my fingers and for the vibrator; she must wait for just an hour or so then she will understand. I have prepared the cameras and fully charged the batteries, even putting new batteries in the camera remote.
Answering the door and seeing the person I have invited standing there I suddenly have doubts, but they are quickly dispelled when visions on my husband fucking his slut race through my mind’s eye.
My guest is known to both me and Mark so it will hurt my husband to think that I could entertain such a person. Olly is a stripper at a nightclub in town and is of African descent. Why did I choose him, because his cock makes Mark’s look like a pencil!
I have warned Olly that I want no love from him, no desire, no lovemaking, he is here purely to fuck me on camera, then I will become celibate; I will hate all men forever.
My guest asks where we will “do it” and I lead him to the marital bed where my husband betrayed my trust with a dark-haired, red pantied, fat slut. He suggests that we should ‘warm up’ so we put on the type of beat music as they play in the club and we dance as I have done with him on a girls’ night out when I allowed him to feel me up over my panties, and kiss my bare nipples as a dare from the girls.
For some reason pussy is taking her time to get excited, it didn’t happen like this at the club. I rub at Olly’s pants and feel the heat of his cock as it begins to respond to my kisses and attentions. I know how big it is having seen a girlfriend fellate him then let him fuck her. Watching them fuck, my pussy became so slick with my juices that I finally had to go to the restroom to bring myself off.
Olly does as he does at the club and eventually pussy responds so that when his fingers finally tear at my panties they are soon soaked in secretions.
Dropping to my knees I turn the man so that his crotch is on camera and I drop his pants; he wears no undies so his large cock is there in my face; it seems so much fatter and longer now.
Pussy is delighted and twitches in anticipation, whilst I view the member with not a little trepidation. I remember my girlfriend telling me how she had struggled at first to take its girth. My heartbeat, already elevated, now pounds so hard in my chest and temples.
Taking the tip of this big member in my mouth I lick and suck tentatively; one hand reaches down to pussy patting her gently, and I silently say sorry to her for what I fear she is going to suffer.
My mind is distracted from the prospect of accommodating this fat, hard cock by concentrating on achieving the best camera angles for the video. Although I have no idea of what effect I am achieving I zoom in and out from time to time.
Olly has been good, he has kissed and caressed my body until it glows with desire and pussy cannot understand why I am not treating her as usual under these circumstances, Not that it matters because Olly treats her to caresses with his tongue that she has never experienced.
Secretions flow from my vagina and I am ready for the final act for the camera; the penetration of my vagina by this monster cock. Pulling his body to me, urging him to do it, Olly presses the tip of his cock between my engorged lips, I tense my body in anticipation of pain, opening my legs as wide as ever I have. We are kissing, his tongue tastes of my juices, my lips are almost numb, when suddenly I am aware of heat and thickness exploring my canal and I groan in absolute ecstasy; it explores deeper than I can ever remember.
As with my husband when he fucks me I try to manipulate my pussy muscles but I find I am so filled that I don't seem to have muscle control right now. I dig my heels into Olly’s rear pulling his organ into me when he tries to pull back; I want to concentrate on memorising just how it feels to be wrapped around it. I limit myself to just one blasting orgasm as I can’t risk this man coming inside me; a black baby would take a lot of unpleasantness and explaining.
Olly is a pro. I have seen him fuck many girls in a night without coming, so tonight he will have to do whatever it is he normally does to relieve the fullness of his balls.
As agreed, Olly helps me edit the product of the cameras and place the result on a DVD. I am disappointed with the result as I had forgotten to zoom the HD camera at the best moments. I am sure Mark will get the idea even if he may not understand why I have done it.
With my co-conspirator and lover gone, I can’t resist watching us fucking on the bedroom TV. It’s so strange that I gain such an incredible high from what is I suppose a porn movie starring me. Pussy doesn’t mind at all as I bring her to yet another throbbing orgasm.
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