Eventually she spoke: “We’ve got to delete that footage and get rid of that camera. This is not okay. They’re our guests. And our friends. Can you imagine if they ever learned what happened?”
“I know.” I responded, sheepishly. “Look, I’m not sure how to delete footage in the app, but the good news is that all of the footage is automatically deleted after 48 hours. It will all be gone before they’re even back from Maya’s parents.”
That seemed to give Emily some comfort, but she still had a look of shock on her face as she got up and wandered upstairs, clearly still reeling from the news. I knew this was her way of handling disturbing or upsetting news. Always had been. She needed time by herself to sort through her feelings. But the discussion would continue eventually, when she was ready.
It took longer than I thought, though. The rest of the day she said very little. Even at night, after the kids were asleep, she didn’t bring it up. We just watched TV silently and I eventually fell asleep.
A MORNING TO REMEMBER
Early the next morning, I awoke to find Emily leaning over me, gently shaking my arm. A quick glance at the nightstand told me it was just after 6:00 am. Emily had a look on her face that I couldn’t place, the result of some combination of emotions I’d never seen from her. As I’d soon learn, it was that same combination of guilt and arousal that had kept me up the night before. “Jake,” she said in a quavering voice, “I watched the video. Just now. The whole thing. I was just so… so… curious. I had to see it. I barely slept. Does that make me a bad person?”
“Of course not, Em,” I answered firmly, reaching up to touch her face, to reassure her. “At least, no worse than me.” I smiled wryly. With that she leaned in and kissed me. And as soon as our lips touched, it was like a fire had been set. Our pent up arousal surged to the surface and within seconds we were aggressively kissing and frantically pulling off each other’s clothes. We kissed and groped at each other with an intensity that hadn’t existed since the first weeks of our relationship, more than a decade ago.
In no more than 30 seconds, we were both entirely naked, and Emily was lowering herself onto my throbbing hard cock, her hands planted firmly on my chest, her curly brown hair dangling haphazardly across her big, beautiful breasts. I slid into her frictionlessly, the way I only ever did after significant foreplay; she had clearly already been enormously aroused from watching the video. She began grinding her hips into me as I leaned forward and took her breasts into my mouth, one by one. Her pace quickened and she began vocalizing her pleasure in a way she hadn’t in years, genuinely moaning and sighing. After a few minutes, it was clear she was nearing orgasm.
It was then that things really got interesting. Despite being on the brink of climax, she suddenly stopped moving and lifted herself off of me, letting my cock slide out of her. Then she rolled all the way over until she was on all fours and scooted forward until her hands rested on the headboard, her ass sticking up in the air. She looked over her shoulder at me with a devilish grin. There was no question what she was doing. She was doing exactly what Maya had done; she was reenacting the scene she had just witnessed, reenacting the very part of that scene that had pushed me over the edge when I’d first watched the video. I couldn’t believe that this was really happening, that this was the same woman who had so little interest in sex of late. I was so shocked that I didn’t immediately move from my spot on the bed.
“Are you gonna get over here and fuck me or what?” Those were the words that came out of Emily’s mouth but I could scarcely believe that she really said them. I didn’t need to be asked twice, though. Within a few seconds, I had maneuvered behind her, grabbed her firmly by the hips, and buried my cock deep inside her. She gasped and then resumed her moaning, grasping the headboard tightly and pushing her ass back toward me. In all of our years together, in all of the thousands of times we’d had sex, she’d never come in that position, at least without the help of a finger or a vibrator.
But this was different. In less than a minute, she was making the sounds that always preceded her orgasms, a sort of breathless, escalating moan. And sure enough, a few moments later, she gasped “I’m gonna come, Jake… oh god… oh god… I’m coming….” And with that she exhaled deeply and I felt her legs quivering. Seeing her come pushed me over the edge as well. I let go and felt myself ejaculate deep inside her, felt the orgasm wash over me. And then we both collapsed on the bed, utterly spent.
JUST ONE MORE TIME?
Almost as soon as we’d finished, we both fell back asleep. We were awoken by the sounds of the kids stirring around 8:00. We didn’t have time to talk, to discuss what had happened. It wasn’t until several hours later that we found ourselves alone again. Seeing the opportunity, Emily grabbed my hand and looked up at me with troubled eyes. “Jake, I’ve never felt so confused,” she said in a low voice, so as not to be overheard by the kids who were playing in the other room. “I feel like a terrible person for having watched that video. But I was just so curious. I just kept thinking: ‘I have no idea what other people do’ and ‘what if I’ve been doing it all wrong all these years?’ Just crazy thoughts. I was driving myself crazy. I couldn’t sleep. I was obsessing. And then I started thinking that you’d already seen it and if I didn’t see it too, then you’d know something that I didn’t and that you’d be thinking about it when we have sex and… and… I just had to see it.”
“It’s okay, Em,” I said as I reached out and pulled her into a hug. “You don’t have to justify yourself to me. I get it. I would have felt the same way.”
“It doesn’t make it okay, though, Jake. We violated their privacy in a major way.” She paused and sighed. “But god, Jake, once I started watching it, I just… I can’t even begin to describe it. I’ve never seen anything like that. I’ve never been more transfixed by anything. It was just so… so… so powerfully erotic. It was exciting, Jake. I was excited. And the sex afterwards… it was so fucking good. Oh jesus, this is so bad, Jake.”
“Em, it’s not as bad as all that. We didn’t intentionally record them. It was an accident. And it would have taken some superhuman willpower not to watch the video once we knew what was on there. And it’s not like we’re keeping it. By tomorrow, it’ll be gone forever, with no harm done to anyone. They’ll never know. No one else will ever see it.”
“So is it bad that all I’ve been thinking about all morning is how much I want to watch it again before it disappears?”
I smiled mischievously at her. “It’s probably a little bad, but if it makes you feel any better, I’ve been thinking the exact same thing. And I don’t see what additional harm it would do. We’ve already seen it.” I paused for a moment and then plowed ahead, “but if you’re going to watch it again, you have to watch it with me this time.”
Emily smiled back at me guiltily. “Okay, it’s a date. Movie night. Tonight.” She reached down and briefly grabbed my cock through my shorts before turning around and walking away.