MOVIE NIGHT
The rest of the day couldn’t pass fast enough. Finally, just after eight o’clock, I tucked our kids in, closed their doors, and went to go find Emily. I couldn’t find her at first. She wasn’t in our bedroom, our bathroom, the kitchen or family room. I wondered if she’d left to do an errand without telling me. But then I thought of one place I hadn’t checked.
I headed downstairs to the basement, to our guest bedroom, to the scene of the crime. And there she was, lying on the same bed that Maya and Ian had fucked on less than 48 hours earlier. She was wearing some bright blue lingerie that I hadn’t seen in years, since before our kids were born. She was stunning.
“Hurry up and get down here, Jake,” she hollered up at me. “We’ve got to watch this before it disappears forever. Do you know how to get it on the TV?”
I pulled out my phone and played around with it and the TV remote a bit. Eventually I remembered how to mirror my phone onto the TV screen. When the image of Maya and Ian finally appeared on that 60″ display, it was like seeing something entirely new. It was a totally different experience than watching it on the phone. At first, Emily and I just watched the screen silently together, transfixed by the sight of Maya and Ian quietly kissing and beginning to disrobe each other. It was like watching a scene through a window. Pure voyeurism. I was almost instantly hard, and I could see that Emily’s hand was already resting between her legs.
By the time that Ian first entered Maya, I was standing and Emily was pulling off my pajama pants. A moment later, she was on her knees and had my cock in her mouth. As she moved back and forth with her mouth, she kept her eyes focused on the screen, clearly not wanting to miss a second of it. I too found it hard to look away from the screen, even as my lingerie clad wife was busy sucking my cock.
After a couple of minutes, she stood up, kissed me briefly, and then crawled onto the bed. She was still facing the TV, but was now on all fours, just across from the dresser. It was only then, when I glanced at the clock on the dresser, that it occurred to me. “You know we’re creating a video of ourselves now, right?” I asked stupidly.
“Of course, smart guy,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Why do you think we’re down here? And why do you think I’m on my knees right here, directly in front of the camera, waiting for you to fuck me?”
Taking that to be a rhetorical question, I didn’t bother answering. I just climbed onto the bed, got right behind her, and gently pressed my cock forward until it slipped inside of her. Embracing the performance aspect of the situation, we both hammed it up a bit for the camera, making much more noise than we otherwise would have. But we didn’t have to act too much because the whole situation was overwhelmingly arousing. As Maya and Ian picked up their pace, so did we, our eyes still glued to the screen.
When Maya crawled on top of Ian and began riding his cock, Emily did the same, but only after we’d rotated 90 degrees so we could both see the TV. Emily was facing the nanny cam, showing off her now bare chest. As Maya neared orgasm, so did Emily, rising and falling with a sense of urgency, as my hands cupped her breasts. Finally, she came with a near scream. Once I was certain she was done, I sat up, flipped her over onto her back and began pounding into her furiously, her legs high in the air. Looking to end our little film in style, I pulled out of Emily just as I was coming. Not missing a beat, she leaned forward and grabbed my cock with her hand, tugging it. A second later, a stream of cum shot out, leaving her belly and chest spotted with white liquid.
I rolled over onto my back, next to her, and we both just lay there silently for several minutes, collecting our breath. Emily finally broke the silence, “Jake, you have 48 hours to figure out how to save that video we just made. I want to keep it forever.”
THE NEW NORMAL
I eventually figured it out, and the next night we had sex while watching ourselves on the TV screen, which felt, in a way, even stranger than watching Maya and Ian. But it was still an enormous turn on and before long we had cycled through a number of positions and each climaxed loudly.
Ian and Maya returned the next day. That night, and for several nights thereafter, I could feel a strange sort of anticipation building as it neared bedtime. All I could think about was whether Maya and Ian were going to have sex again. The four of us would sit around watching TV after putting the kids to bed, and I found it nearly impossible to concentrate on what we were watching. I kept glancing over at Maya and picturing her naked, on all fours, getting fucked from behind.