I'd concluded that a video camera, recorder and large-scale TV screen would be the ultimate way of enjoying the sight of my ptty wife, Sandra, fucking her backside off on screen. Imagine it, I thought, close up camera work, showing my throbbing tool delving where it loved, and multiple speakers around the room delivering the groaning sound accompaniment - we could pet and play with each other for hours using the playback!
I reckoned that there would be very few problems, as Sandra has a fabulous figure and had already posed naked for a few stills. Mates who had seen my wife's sultry pics reckoned she was model material. She saw the video, large screen and the rest as a way of checking out to her own satisfaction that she looked very good.
The actual problems occured after I'd found a friend to take the video shots and with whom Sandra was comfortable. She didn't want just any old pervert watching us fuck ourselves silly and seemed visibly pleased when I suggested Warren. The only problem was, handsome and liberal though he was, Warren hadn't a clue when it came to camera work. That showed up when we took the pliminaries - Sandra combing her long auburn hair and adjusting her little red basque and stockings. The guy couldn't focus, hold the lens still or decide when to cut to other shots.
Several efforts at re-editing didn't help and I concluded that I had more know how when it came to camera work than Warren ever would. Our friend should have been crestfallen, or at least apologetic, but instead, grinning awkwardly, he wondered whether he shouldn't do the cocking!! He argued as I sat there stupified, that whilst he didn't have the biggest dong, it was bulgy at the head, curved upright and he was good with fingers and tongue. He was sure he could get my wife off to a stupendous climax and the contrasting pale skin of Sandra and his own ebony skin, would be a definite video plus!
My wife must have been frustrated by now having stripped and fingered herself for the camera, because she said why not let Warren try! She felt lusty, and the video was about lust so let our friend pull out his tool and show what he had.
What Warren had was amazing. His cock was, I guess, two inches longer than mine, but a dirty great thick hawser of an affair. It curved a bit like a banana but a damned sight thicker, ending in a thick bulbous head that already showed beads of juice across its helmet. It was already throbbing and growing and my wife uncrossed her legs, visibly taken with the monster. Then she told me to get filming because Warren was going to be allowed to finger her and then we'd take it from there.
Grabbing the camcorder, I got the first horny pics of Warren's fingers dancing up and down my wife's gaping gash. She was holding back her labia for him and letting him tease with his fingertips, making her rock back and forth on his hand, moaning gently as she did so.
A minute or two of that and Warren was getting sure of himself, rolling across the bed onto his back and inviting Sandra to lick his glans. He held it steady as she slurped it like an ice-cream, delving the whole 'cone' into her mouth and out again, her lips caressing his shaft. A few more licks like that and she was desperate to ride the prong. She straddled his slim, yet well proportioned body, hitching up her short, skimpy skirt and lowering her pussy down onto its head. Of course, being professional, I got in close, very close. My camera took in the moment when his cock slid up her and we shared the muffled cry as she encompassed the big tool. Sandra didn't just sink onto him - it was too thick for that. She had to work her way down his manhood, bouncy and writhing, until his cock was snug up her sex and she was rubbing her nipples in frantic fashion.
She was squirming on his cock, massaging his shaft with her juices. Warren said what a shame it was that our film couldn't show the come shooting up inside her box!
Dirty talk led to dirty actions and Warren tweaked her clit, massaging it between finger and thumb. She was going daft, of course, and responded with violent bouncing. She was thrashing up and down at the rodeo when he arched upwards and let his balls belch out the come that surged and exploded through his shaft, into her belly.
It was only afterwards, when he dragged his tool, now semi-limp and forty minutes later, clear of her gaping sex, that I could see and record the wealth of spunk that he had delivered. Sandra pulled back her pussy lips so that pints oozed out, steamy and rich with seed. It covered her clit, hair, thighs and the cheeks of her bottom like a cream cake topping, and Warren freely took the camera when I couldn't resist licking her clean myself.
I must have lapped at her sex for ages but it still kept pouring out and I resolved to get a scene when Warren came his load over her tummy or similar next time.
If the video looked a little alfresco afterwards, it was also as horny as hell. The three of us watched it together and Warren cuddled my wife as she watched what she before could only have felt. Sandra felt it was the sexiest thing imaginable - to actually see a hunk taking you like that and they started to snog all over again. 'Do you mind?' she asked, indicating that I should begger off while they fucked through another rehearsal. I did so and they did so. It was recorded later, of course, like the events with two other friends, weeks later.