My (now ex-) wife and I used to visit her sister Kathy quite regularly. If either her son or daughter's bedroom was available, she and her hubby would let us have their bedroom and sleep in one of the kid's rooms. Such was the case on this particularly memorable visit.
I knew she and her hubby were into porn, as he invited me to check out some of the video collection in the TV cabinet in their bedroom. After everyone left the house to go shopping, I did briefly sample some of the vids, and they were very hard-core, indeed.
I took a shower in the master bath that was a part of their bedroom and looked around for the blow dryer. I knew it had to be somewhere close around, as I'd heard it blowing that morning when my SIL was in there getting ready.
I found it in the cabinet beneath the bathroom sink. I pulled it out, but the cord was caught in something, so I dug down through all the junk to dislodge it. Hmmm. There in the bottom of the dark cabinet was a 1st-aid kit.
It was just like the one at my dad's work I'd seen many years before, a rather large old-fashioned white enameled metal box with a big green cross on it and toolbox-style closures. Both because I thought the box interesting and my face was bleeding from a razor cut, I opened it.
Although it had a few odds and ends of old 1st-aid supplies, it mainly contained videotape cassettes, all labeled, appropriately, with white adhesive bandage tape: Kathy XXX. Well, well, well!
Still alone in their house, I popped the top cassette, which was right in the middle of the tape, into the VCR there in the bedroom. Both screaming like harpies and cussing like drunken sailors, hubby was butt-fucking her violently and spanking her ass real hard as she fast-fucked her mushrooming pussy with a miniature souvenir baseball bat.
It was a wooden bat, a Louisville Slugger, no newfangled aluminum bat. I admired her traditionalism. There, placed neatly on top of the dresser next to a baseball covered with Atlanta Braves' autographs, was the same bat. How convenient. I picked it up and took a whiff. It smelled faintly of pussy, and I noticed it was signed by none other than Hank Aaron. Noting that he is the home-run-king, I could not help but laugh out loud, figuring she'd probably fucked herself with it as many times as he'd hit homers
Interestingly, I was standing in the bedroom almost exactly in the same place that she and her hubby were on the tape, and the camera was in plain view on a tall tripod aimed so that it would capture them directly as well as reflected in the mirrored east wall, giving a near all-around view of the "action heroes," the rest of the room, and the bottle of tequila and lemons by the sink in the background.
The room as it appeared on the tape was exactly as it was while I viewed it. In anticipation of our visit, they had just re-arranged the room furnishings for us so our baby could sleep in there with us. So I knew that they had made that tape at most only a few days before our arrival.
I've described Kathy before in other stories, but she was at this point in her very early 40s and was frankly carrying about 20 pounds too much, though she wore it well, as she had a young-looking face, her firm, genuine D-cup boobs still stuck out like footballs, and her ass and legs were still relatively slender. Not quite fat, but at the upper end of voluptuous--a good-looking woman most any man would enjoy seeing naked.
Now I'm not easily shocked, but I must say this tape, seeing it as I did "en media res" with all the screaming and violent spanking and ass-reaming was astonishing and even a little disturbing. It made those other raunchy commercial tapes I'd sampled earlier seem tame by comparison.
Yet I was drawn to watch it and wanted to see what was on the stack of other tapes as well, all marked with the same Kathy XXX label.
So I pulled out that tape and stuck in another one. I was lucky I did that when I did, for before I pressed "play" for the second tape, I heard the garage door opening. Everyone was back.
I hurriedly replaced everything perfectly just before my wife walked in the bedroom. I was still naked after the shower, and horny as the devil, so I ripped her clothes off and fucked the shit out of her, and ended with an anal screw, spanking, and reaming her pussy with the souvenir bat--all the while imagining she was her older sister. My wife was certainly taken aback, but came tumultuously several times, obviously enjoying the rough treatment
Her SIL's hubby, her second, was a horndog like me, and he wanted to try to arrange a group sex thing with the four of us, as did I, but that just was not going to happen in a million years, as my wife was just not into such things at all.
He later told me on the phone that he and Kathy had made some sex videos, but I kept quiet that I'd seen part of one of them. He did not specifically say so, but comments he'd made at their hot tub and around the pool suggested they'd done some group sex, and I imagined some of her more attractive girlfriends I'd met eating each other out and getting double-boned in various positions around the tub and pool in their secluded back yard. Hey, maybe some of that was on tape, too. I could not wait for our next visit so I could get back in that 1st-aid kit and find out.
But he went on to say that one day Kathy found the wrapper from a rubber beneath their bed after her daughter had her boyfriend over while they were out, and the commercial sex video was still in the VCR where he and Kathy had forgotten and left it, though it was at the END of the tape--NOT where they'd left it. Had they left it on and the tape had run to the end, or had the young-uns watched the tape while fucking?
He said that was just too close a call for Kathy's comfort, so she threw away all the commercial videos AND ALL OF THEIR HOMEMADE SEX TAPES.
Just to make sure, the next time we visited after he told me that, I checked the old 1st-aid kit at the first opportunity and found nothing inside but a few ancient 1st-aid supplies. Bummer.
Wish I could have seen all of those tapes and made copies for myself. Oh well, at least I got to see a segment of one of them.