The Tale of the Tape

Was it wrong of me to make my husband wait? I asked him to date me, to court me, to give me a reason for bringing him back to my bedroom, the room he voluntarily left years ago. It was an unwelcome change for me at the time but not entirely unexpected at our age, I thought. We'd been living ordinary lives since then, married on paper, friends without benefits. That was until I decided I wouldn't live without intimacy. And if my husband no longer desired me, there were men who did.

Frank took notice of the changes I was making and decided he wanted to be part of my love life again. Did he know, the night he approached me, that I had come straight from the arms of another? I was pretty careless that night. I expected him to murder me, to be honest, not ask to reconnect with me. But as satisfying as good sex could be, I missed having someone to simply hold me at night. As long as I was married, that was a luxury only my husband could provide.

The problem was that I didn't trust him. He fell out of love with me for a reason. So what happened to change his mind? True, I was dressing better lately and exercising more. But the change wasn't that profound. I was still an old woman in a new suit of clothes. True, I was feeling more sexy and confident. But I didn't behave that way toward him. I was especially cold to him, in fact, the more I thought about how coldly he treated me.

Maybe that was it. He may have sensed how close he was to losing me. Or how close I was to finding what I needed elsewhere. If that was the case, it would be a mistake for me to give in too easily. I wanted to be with him. But I wanted him to value me so I had to make him win me over. So we went for walks and held hands and lingered over coffees and he tried not to let his disappointment show whenever I kissed him good night and went to my own room to sleep.

The irony, or maybe hypocrisy, is that up until then there was a much lower bar for getting in my good graces. I nearly hooked up with a drunken co-worker on one occasion and a student at my daughter's college on another. And Dell, our former houseguest, showed me a little friendship and I did something unspeakable for him and let him film me while we did it. Even then, if Dell approached me it would be a struggle to refuse. I ran into him at the mall one day and was surprised he didn't flirt with me while we talked. Surprised and a little disappointed.

But I told myself I was willing to do what it takes to reconcile so I managed not to fall in any entanglements. And I let Frank get closer to me, step by step, until finally we shared a bed for the first time in years. I told him it was only to sleep and he agreed. But when we awoke and were snuggling in the early morning hours he was pressing against me so insistently that I took pity on him and lent him my manicured hand. He was certainly ardent and, carried away, I took him in my mouth to finish. He was the cock of the walk that day and it felt good to let him have that.

I introduced Frank to my collection of toys when we started getting intimate. I wanted him to understand that this was how I was getting my pleasure, which was mostly true. It would also explain how I had become so 'flexible' since the last time we were together, particularly in the back. He and I had never indulged in ass play. Few people did back then, as far as I knew. But he was not put off by my trio of plugs and the probes that I added, piece by piece, to my pleasure chest over the past year. He made me promise to demonstrate each and every one so I guess I wasn't quite done masturbating yet.

Toys became an important part of our lovemaking. We watched porn together and played dress up and acted out fantasies. But we kept coming back to the toys, usually anal toys since I now had his mouth and hands and penis to take care of everything else. Frank loved watching me use them on myself. He loved using them on me. I loved using them while we made love, imagining how it would be with more than one lover at a time, something I would never do, of course.

There was one thing we especially enjoyed and I can't explain why I liked it so much except that it was naughty and it felt good. Some of my anal probes had ripples and some had textures and Frank liked the way I squirmed when he used them on me. But one probe was straight and smooth, one inch wide and six inches long, and when he selected that one I knew what he wanted. I would get on all fours and he would work that thing in and out of my ass until I could hardly stand it. Then he would get on the bed behind me and fuck me doggy style, still pumping my ass with that sky-blue silicone dick. It was frightening how hard I came when we did it that way.

*****

We were watching 'Emanuelle' on tape when Frank popped the question. "You ever thought about having a three-way?"

"You want another girl?" I asked, surprised. "I'm not enough for you?"

"No, I meant another guy, for you."

"Well, no. I hadn't thought of that," I answered. This was true. Fantasizing during love play was one thing. Bringing another person into the bedroom was quite another. "And I'm surprised you have."

"When we do that thing, you know, when I give it to you in both, you know, you really seem to like it."

He had a point. I could never last long when we did it that way which was fine because neither could he. I told him I would think about it. And I did think about it. I thought about that girl in "Mid-Air Orgasm" and how she took two big porn-star cocks in her holes and made it look so good. But she was young and beautiful and was paid to do filthy things like that. I was perfectly happy with the way we did things so I put it out of my mind. Frank brought it up again, though, and the third time he did I knew he wasn't going to let it rest.

"We'll need another guy if we're going to do it. Have you thought of that?" I hoped he wasn't thinking of Isaiah, his friend with the pickup truck. Isaiah was even older than me and pretty overweight.

"There's only one person, obviously," he said, "At least I hope there's only one."

I froze momentarily, then tried to act natural. "What do you mean?"

"Your friend Dell." He dropped the name so casually, not even looking at me, but turned and made side eye with me before adding, "Or are you going to sit there and lie to me?"

"I won't lie, Frank," I said, heart pounding in my chest. At the time I cheated I didn't care what my husband thought. Now I cared very much and was terrified that this was happening. But whatever happened, I would play it cool. "And you're right. He was the only one."

"That's something, I guess," he replied and sat back to look up at the television.

"How long have you known?" I asked, genuinely curious.

He looked me over contemplatively, then got up to leave the room. "Hold on. I'll show you."

My blood ran cold at the sight of the videotape cassette in his hand when he returned to the room. But when he switched the tapes in the machine I was relieved to see it was not the dirty tape that Dell and I recorded the year before. It appeared to be a security tape showing the feeds from four cameras on one screen. There was my bedroom, his bedroom, Dell's old room in the basement and the living room where Frank and I were sitting at the moment. But on the screen it was Dell sitting there with me and I was starting to move over to his side of the couch.

"You've been spying on me?" I asked.

"For good reason, it appears."

"True," I conceded. "Once you got the goods you turned off the cameras, right?"

"N-n-not right away," he answered unapologetically.

"So you've just been watching me play with myself and act like a weirdo?"

"Y-y-yeah," he answered, clearly pleased with himself.

"Why didn't you say something?"

Frank shrugged and I knew I would have to accept it but I didn't want to. If he wanted to throw me out he could have done it then and set us both free. If he wanted us to be a couple he could have said so then instead of creeping on me for months. I thought about the nasty things I did to myself in my bed at night, in my exercise room, in what I thought were my most private moments.

"Why didn't you do something about it?"

The security tape continued to play and Frank continued to watch it. It wasn't the best quality video -- low resolution, black and white, lines of static scrolling up the screen. But you didn't need a lot of detail to tell it was me, if you knew me, and what I was doing.

"When I moved out of the bedroom," Frank began, slowly, "I was having an affair... Blair Welles in project management."

I nodded. I knew the bitch. Big blond hair, big tits, a cloud of perfume wherever she went. I didn't think she was Frank's type. But she was every guy's type at some point in his life.

"She was jealous of you," he continued. "She made me stop sleeping with you. It was wrong but I... I told you I wasn't attracted to you any more. That was, uh, not true."

I was shriveling like a dried up cut flower as he spoke. It might as well have been true if he could banish me from his affection to suit her. If I hadn't been freshly caught in my own adultery I would have torn him to pieces.

"She broke up with me not long after that and I didn't know how to take it back. I felt like I didn't deserve you. So I just..."

He shrugged again and the understanding settled on me like a layer of ash. So he just stayed in his room for the next couple of years and let me think there was something wrong with me, that I was a limburger. I smiled as we agreed to forgive each other and was tempted to send him back to his old bedroom that night but I settled for claiming a headache. Yeah, I was ready for that three-way.

*****

I don't know whose idea it was to make a video of the encounter. Looking back, it was probably Frank. But I was so steeped in porn and carnality that it only made sense to me. It would be a one-time thing so naturally it should be preserved on tape.

Dell was glad to be a part of it, especially when I told him he would help give me my first double-penetration. I had long ago promised him he would be there if I ever got the "Mid-Air Orgasm" treatment so I was pleased to keep that promise.

I coached him carefully on what to say and what not to say about our previous encounters. Frank certainly knew we had done oral. I said it was okay to admit regular intercourse if asked. But I didn't want my husband to know that Dell got my ass before he would. I planned to let Frank take me that way first, before they double-teamed me, and act like it was the first time for both of us. Then Dell could have seconds while I rode on Frank's dick.

Frank thought he would be the one in my ass when the time came but I persuaded him he would enjoy it more if I was able to focus entirely on him. I told him I wanted to look in his eyes while Dell did me from behind and be able to kiss him to make it bearable. Truth is, I trusted Dell more in that position. Sounds bad, I know. But I knew from experience that he could do it right.

*****

I put a lot of thought into the video production. Too much, to be honest. Movie lovers can be forgiving about amateur pornography. They don't mind bad lighting, awkward angles and homely participants. They're happy for the chance to peek into someone's private lives and the flaws are part of the experience. But when you put the camera on a tripod and try to dress up the scenery those flaws are not so endearing.

I got my hair and makeup done like it was a boudoir photo shoot when a ponytail and bit of eyeliner would have served me better. The tight bustier I wore kept my waist cinched and my boobs from quaking but it made my hips look especially wide. The quality lighting did little but spotlight my wrinkles and stretch marks and cottage cheese thighs. I managed to sit through one playback of the tape and silently cringed every time I faced the camera and tried to look passionate.

If you watched the video, and you may have, you would get a good view of me sitting at the foot of the bed, going back and forth between two stiff dicks with my mouth and hands. I actually enjoyed that part and under the right circumstances I would totally do it again. My dildo training was on full display that afternoon and it didn't take long for me to make them both come, Dell in my mouth and Frank across my cheek and in my hair. Then you'd see Frank walk over to stop the camera.

When the video resumes you would get some shaky cam footage of me on my back with Dell sawing away between my knees. The younger man was ready to go again pretty quickly and Frank was determined to get the action from every angle, some of them not so flattering. I cautioned Dell not to be a hero in front of my husband. Otherwise I was sure he would have kept at it for hours. I overacted the whole time and my cries of pleasure sounded just as fake and pathetic as you'd expect.

You would see Frank and Dell change places without stopping the shot. Dell had a steadier hand on the camera and slightly more tasteful framing as Frank lubed up my bung with two fingers and a bottle of KY. I lay on my side for him with my knees pulled up to my chest, the easiest position I find for getting something into my ass at the start of a probing session.

You would see Frank kneel behind me and start pushing insistently into my ass. I was acting like it was my first time, of course, but I didn't have to overact. Practicing with plugs and probes doesn't truly prepare you for getting stuffed by a real boy and my husband was not very patient. No sooner had he sunk his shaft when he began screwing me so eagerly I had to put my hand between us to keep him from bottoming out on every stroke.

Once I got used to the feeling, though, and Frank wasn't trying to fuck my brains out through my ass, I eased my legs open so that you could get a good look at his greasy dick splitting my cheeks and my fingers working in my freshly fucked cunt. Frank was having the time of his life and I was afraid he would try to outdo himself so I started groaning 'Honey... honey...' in a voice that suggested I might need him to stop. Knowing my husband, I knew he'd be desperate to get off before that happened.

On your TV screen you would see him joyfully coming in my ass, pushing into me as deep as he could before slumping over my hip, reluctant to break the contact between us. I stroked his shoulder and told him I loved him and thanked him for breaking me in back there, resisting the urge to wink at Dell as he grinned at me from behind the camera. Finally I slithered out from under him and we broke to rest and get cleaned up for the final scene.

I had a lot of time to think while the men showered and ate the sandwiches I set out for them. I wondered what they were talking about while I soaked in the tub, wondered what they might be saying about me. The hot water soothed my sore anus and I seriously thought about calling off the finale we had planned. Surely they couldn't complain if I simply sucked or fucked them both one more time and called it good.

Well, my husband might complain since the double penetration was the only reason we invited another man to join us. I didn't want to antagonize him so I got out of the bath and readied myself for the final scene.

If you watched the video, and you may have, you would see me strut into the bedroom refreshed and dressed only in an oversized t-shirt, tied at the waist, that featured the image of a lipstick print and the acronym 'SWAK'. After some kissing and petting, you would see my husband lie down and me kissing my way up his body until I could straddle his waist. After a few minutes of teasing I sat down on him and the camera zoomed in my ass and my pussy stretched around his hard-on.

I understand that this is the money shot for guys but it's nasty, looking at a closeup of a pussy being fucked and just above it an anus that has clearly seen some action recently. You would plainly see that I was shiny with lube in front as well as back and as much as I hate to admit it, I looked every bit the third-rate porn star, willing to do just about anything to stay relevant.

You would see the camera angle change slightly so that my pussy and ass could still be seen when Dell entered the frame and took his position behind me. Dell kept his body turned so you could see where he was putting the head of his cock while I lay flat on Frank's chest. You wouldn't be able to tell how terrified I was unless you read it in the worry on my painted face, the widening of my eyes as he pushed in and stretched me wider than I'd ever been in my life.

I had told my husband I wanted to look in his eyes when Dell took me but I couldn't face him when the time came. I couldn't look back at Dell either. The video shows me with my head turned to the side, my face frozen and expressionless like a rubber doll's. The camera couldn't describe how I felt the two men moving inside of me, rubbing against each other through the membranes that separated my vagina and rectum. It couldn't explain how I felt like a jaded old whore, not sexy and beautiful like the girl in "Mid-Air Orgasm", but secretly pleased that I was doing something extraordinary, making a memory that we would cherish, provided it didn't break me.

Three times Dell stopped to pull out of me and reposition the camera. Each time he pushed back into my ass it went in a little easier, which relieved me but also made me concerned about the long-term damage my butthole might be suffering. If you turn up the volume you can hear me ask him to just finish already and hear him groaning as he picked up the pace. You can see me push myself up on my arms and arch my back and smile to show that I was a participant in this obscene ritual and not just a couple of holes to be filled.

If you watched the video, and you may have, you would see Dell slowly sliding his dick out of my ass and my sphincter gaping for a split second before I remembered to clench. I nearly died when I saw that on the television screen and was glad that only the three of us would ever, ever see it. After that, the camera tracks around me in Dell's steady hands as I bounced energetically on my husband's cock. Without Dell's in my ass to frighten and distract me I was free to go full throttle on my husband and get some pleasure for myself as well.

I was feeling rather proud as I perched at the foot of the bed for one more tripod shot. Dell stripped off my t-shirt and squeezed my dangling tits while Frank spread my cheeks to give the camera a good look at my twice-fucked pussy and ass. The smile I gave the camera as the tape ran out was a nice touch, one of the most genuine expressions I made during the whole recording.

*****

I was visiting the office when I learned that Frank was divorcing me. He took the day off without saying so he could move his things out. I guess I should have seen it coming but we'd been doing so well, made so much progress in reconnecting, that I was overconfident.

Frank's big reveal coincided with copies of our three-way sex tape arriving at my job, my friends, my family... even the local news stations, as if they cared. He edited out the scenes that showed his face so it looked like just me, the cheating wife, getting fucked by Dell and some other guy.

Things weren't like they are now with nude pics and videos constantly being leaked. It was unusual back then, unimaginable, and there was an army of perverts to keep your humiliation alive by sharing copies of your tape with anyone who asked. Even today, in the age of cam girls and celebrity porn stars, if someone on a local page asks 'Anyone remember Lisa Greene?', someone will invariably reply 'I remember her sex tape.'

I wondered what went wrong in Frank's mind. Did the three-way give him a case of the ick? Was it something I said or did? But after reviewing the details, my lawyer said it looked like he'd been planning to leave me for some time. I suppose that the renewal of our marital relations was part of a scheme to gain my confidence so he could 'burn the bitch'.