A New Way of Seeing Things Pt. 03 Ch. 23

Gwen had gotten them both drinks and took a spot on the couch while he retrieved the carefully hidden disc and inserted it into the DVD player. Tim settled in, his arm around her, and Gwen snuggled her body into his.

The title screen briefly announced the film as "Homemade Amateurs #26" , fading to another screen for "Bart and Desiree", then fading again to a scene that again reminded Gwen of what she had seen on Alison's computer, a home movie complete with a still-clothed thirtysomething couple embracing on what appeared to be someone's living room couch. They didn't look like porn stars, at least not what Gwen imagined porn stars would look like, and the bodies revealed when they unceremoniously rose and undressed seemed to confirm that. The woman's nakedness revealed a few extra pounds, sagging breasts and a Caesarean scar, her partner a few more extra pounds concentrated in his hairy belly that made the shaved penis and testicles beneath stand out almost comically. His cock seemed to be slow in awakening, and the woman dropped to her knees to help it along. The camera changed angle and zoomed in on the pink head disappearing between a pair of lips, confirming that there was somebody behind it and that the couple was not alone.

These people—complete strangers—were having sex right in front of her and the world! Gwen remembered the intense arousal she felt when Cricket watched her and Tim and wondered if the woman on screen was feeling the same. The Slut offered her own critiqued—Tim was definitely much more attractive—and she watched carefully to see if they did it like she and Tim did, whether they were either enjoying parts of their partners efforts in particular, was there something new and exciting she might take advantage of to better satisfy her own husband, or herself?

The man disengaged himself and sat on the sofa, slouching as the woman straddled him. The close-up of his erection bulling its way through swollen labial lips as his partner lowered herself on to him made Gwen's desire flare—the open sex swallowing the average-sized staff that seemed huge on the 40 inch screen, reminded her how much she enjoyed the feeling of Tim sliding into her, filling her. Gwen's hand resting on her husband's erection gave away his feelings about the scene, and his arm hung down over her shoulder, her shirt-covered breast being teased and fondled.

The woman onscreen dismounted and lay back on the couch, her legs spread. One foot rested on the floor while the other was hooked over the top of the sofa, wide open to her husband crouching between them. Gwen assumed he was her husband; both wore wedding rings and she could not imagine someone daring to do something like this on camera with someone else's spouse. The man smiled broadly and happily accepted his partner's invitation, enthusiastically using his tongue to collect their mingled juices from her bare sex for several moments more before sliding up her body and back into her waiting pussy. He pumped with purpose now, the woman softly crying out with each thrust until he pulled back to sit on his haunches while she turned over and got on all fours, elbows on the couch's arm rest. The man rose to the task before him and inserted himself, taking a couple of strokes to test the fit before renewing his efforts . Gwen could sense from the man's urgent thrusting he was nearing his end, not realizing she was holding her breath in anticipation of it, still surprised to see him suddenly withdraw and frantically stroke himself, finally painting her presented ass and lower back with gleaming pearl streaks.

Gwen squeezed the hardness under her hand, her eyes still on the screen. "You men really like to show off," she said with a breathless giggle. "I'm amazed anyone ever gets pregnant."

"Gotta show the results of our hard work, I guess. But we like it a lot the other way, too," Tim chuckled, firmly cupping her breast. "Gotta admit I was proud as hell about showing everyone what I put in you when you were pregnant. Couple more scenes on this," he said, looking at the back of the DVD box in his other hand. "Ready for another one?"

Gwen lightly patted his hardness. "Maybe later. I'm ready for bed."

"Guess that means I am too, then." The night's chores were left for later. They undressed and lay down together, not bothering to pull back the spread and sheets. "Do you think she knows?" Gwen murmured as he gently tongued her nipple.

Tim's focus at that moment was not on answering questions. "Who? Knows what?"

"Corinne. Do you think she knows Charlie is showing other people that video?"

Gwen's tits had him in their spell. "Maybe, probably? He told me some of his other exes liked it when he showed me their pictures."

"There were others? I thought you said that was the first time he had sent you something like that."

Tim pulled himself from her beautiful pink-capped mounds. He needed his wits about him for this one. "First time for a video," he slowly corrected. "He's been showing me pictures like that for a while, and started sending 'em when he finally figured out the technology. I never asked him to, though," he added a bit defensively.

"Were they explicit, like the video?"

"A lot of 'em, yeah..."

"Did you keep them, the photos?"

"Nope, always deleted them." True enough...maybe he didn't delete them right away, but he did delete them.

"But you looked at them...did he show them to everybody?"

"I don't think so...I never heard anybody else talk about 'em...I guess he thought I might like looking at 'em."

"Did you?"

Tim could see he was not getting back to those beautiful tits, or further, until this was put to rest. And if he screwed up, he was probably not gonna get back to them at all..."I'm a guy, so, yeah, I like seeing stuff I'm not supposed to be seeing," he admitted. "It was even better because it was women that were real, that I knew, guess it was exciting to know that I knew a little bit about their private life."

"Guess it wasn't so private," Gwen mused. "Did you like it more because I wasn't like that?"

"That just didn't seem to fit you..." Tim deflected. Please, PLEASE let me get back to those tits now...

"And now it does and that's why Charlie wants to see more?"

"He probably wants to see more because to him you always were so careful with your appearance and I think he's beginning to realize there's been a very hot woman hiding right in front of him all these years. At the end of the day, he's still a horndog. What can I say? Naked women make guys happy."

"You don't say." Gwen giggled and gently ran her fingers up his cock, Tim taking that as a sign it was safe to return to the current objects of his fascination and took a breast in his mouth. "Did you like showing him me naked?"

Tim released her nipple just enough to reply. "I liked being able to show off what I've got, seeing his reaction, yeah...and to be real honest, I'm proud as hell of having a wife who looks as good as you, that I lucked into marrying a beautiful woman who's great in bed. Sorry, not real nice thinking of you like that, but just being honest."

"I think it's very nice," she objected, resuming her stroking. "I like knowing you're proud of me."

"I've always been proud of you, and for a lot of reasons. You being smoking hot is just one of 'em."

Her legs parted in silent invitation. He was a little surprised by just how wet she was when his middle finger pushed down her slit and into her opening, getting a small "aahh" in response as her hips began to undulate. Maybe Charlie was right; porn can be a great mood-setter. "So, can I take some pictures of you sometime?"

Gwen continued to grind against the finger in her. "You want to take more?" she asked, her hand on his shoulder as she nuzzled his chest.

"Technically, I didn't take the one I have."

"True..." she thought a moment. "You can if you want," she finally allowed, "but you can't show them to anybody—not even Charlie." The Lady cheered this small victory; one picture had been enough to prove she was not the frigid bitch he thought she was; there was no need to risk further exposure.

Tim hesitated, his plan temporarily derailed. But naked pictures of Gwen only he could see were better than no naked pictures at all, he reasoned. Sucks to be you, Charlie..."Deal."

Gwen unwrapped herself from him and waited for his finger to withdraw. "Are you going to get your phone?"

He froze, up to his knuckle in her. "Now?"

"Oh—I thought you meant now. We can do it some other time..."

Tim rolled off the bed. "No, now's good." He hurried down the hallway, bobbing erection leading the way, and returned a short time later with phone in hand.

Gwen lay there on her side waiting, head propped up on her hand. "How would you like me?"

Charlie's requests came to mind despite the fact he would not be seeing them. "Uhh, alright if they're kinda graphic?"

"If you want..."

Then, uhh, maybe on your back, with uhh, everything showing?"

"Your favorite," Gwen said with a smile before rolling on her back. She spread her legs, not as wide as the woman in the video, but wide enough to clearly expose her most private place.

He grinned, the phone held out in front of him. "My favorite," he agreed. Even the regrowth of her thatch, still silky smooth, did nothing to hide the slender dark-pink line of her split from mons to the soft skin between her opening and ass, the delicate labial lips peeking out from the soft fold. Tim carefully focused, attempting to make both her pussy and the tits beyond clear.

"Any others?"

"Maybe, uhh, on your hands and knees? With your butt towards me?"

"Your other favorite." Gwen got into position, on her hands and knees facing the headboard. My favorite too, she thought, when I need to be taken.

"Maybe put your shoulders on the bed, so your butt kinda sticks up? And move your legs apart a little more? Like I'm getting ready to put it in you?" From this angle there were no stray hairs to distract from her lewdly presented sex, her puckered rosebud visible above it.

She giggled, assuming the pose. "Are you?"

Satisfied, he put the phone on the dresser behind him. "I am now." To her surprise masculine hands flipped her over, not roughly, but in a way that hinted at the muscles doing the flipping. Her legs were forced apart by his surging body before she had a chance to open for him, and his cock was buried deep with his first thrust, his practiced aim true. Despite his rushed entry, he fucked her with slow, measured strokes, letting her fuck him back, her clitoris grinding up into his pubic bone.

"You just showed him my picture, right? You didn't send it to him?" Gwen breathed in his ear between thrusts.

"Just let him see it—uhh!—I swear."

"And he liked looking at it?"

"Uhh!—yeah, he did."

"And you liked showing it to him?"

"Yup—uhh!"

She fucked him, reveling in the waves of pleasure radiating from her sex. "If you want, you can show him the ones you just took..."

Tim's thrusting slowed, pushing up and away from the neck he had been kissing to look down at her. "Really? You sure?"

"Really."

"I might have to retake them—you can see your face in the ones, uhh, on your back, and maybe the other ones, too."

"That's alright," she said softly, her hips still grinding into him, "he already knows it's me. But you can't send them to him," she added with a hint of urgency in her voice. "I don't want them getting all over town. Just a little secret between you and him." She grabbed at his hips, pulling him closer, pressing into his pubic bone.

Tim smiled down at Gwen, her look one of lust and bliss, and flexed forward to accommodate the contact she craved. Her eyes were closed in concentration and he found no hints as to whether her offer was just pillow talk. The picture on the bar, taken from a distance and cut off at the shoulders as it was, made it somehow more impersonal—it could have been anybody. What he had on his phone now was something much more intimate; did he really want to show anyone that, even his best friend?

Yup, he decided with a savage thrust that made Gwen squeak in surprise, yup, he wanted Charlie to see the view he got just before he sank his cock in this fine piece of ass. Hell, that face she was making right now might be a good one to show him, let him see just how much the woman he had always claimed was frigid liked a good fucking...

Gwen's grinding became more frantic, clutching at the body between her legs to satisfy her clit while getting as much of him into her as possible. She was thankful he stopped and buried himself deeply as her orgasm broke, letting her body find the right connections with his to facilitate the waves rolling out from her sex through her body. With a final gasp and contented smile she grew limp. Tim smiled down at her and teased her back to her senses with several short jabs.

Gwen opened her eyes. "Did you come?"

He smiled. "Not yet, but pretty soon."

"Wait!" She did her best to scramble from underneath the man on her, pushing him to one side with surprising strength while sliding out the other. A thoroughly confused Tim watched her continue over the side of the bed, kneeling on the floor behind it. "Do it like Charlie did to Corinne. Just, no video," she added with a smile.

Tim rose slowly. "You sure?"

"I'm not quite ready to do this on camera yet."

No, no, I mean...it's okay to come like that?

"You men seem to like it...you liked it that other time you did it, right?"

He stepped into position, his cock dangling in front of her forehead. "Well, yeah..."

Gwen reached up and briefly rubbed a finger over the velvety head, coating it in the pre-cum seeping from the slit, then wrapped her fingers around the rock-hard shaft. She seemed to be staring it down, looking at it intently as she stroked. Tim was doing his part, pushing himself through her fingers, his skin pulling and stretching from the effort.

And then the delicate fingers wrapped about him were gone, Gwen's hands now on the tops of her thighs. "You finish it," she said, continuing to stare the length in front of her. "Shoot it wherever you want." Tim was quick to oblige, fisting himself as she waited. "Is this what you wanted to do on the beach, show everybody what you can do whenever you want, who's boss?" she purred, "Did you want Bob and Yvette to watch you do this?" Gwen tilted her head back, eyes closed and a half-smile on her lips, her expression one of expectant patience. She knew what was coming.

"Yeah," Tim grunted. The thought had come to mind then...she barely flinched as the first hot streak landed on her forehead and nose, and while she squeezed her eyes shut her patient smile remained.

Once she was confident Tim was almost empty Gwen risked a squint to find his length and replace his fist with her lips. Her finger carefully wiped her eyelids clean, and she looked up and smiled. Tim shivered at the swipe of her tongue over his sensitive head and smiled back.

Gwen removed him from her mouth, delicately holding his shaft between two fingers. "As good as watching Charlie do that?"

"Better. How about you? I guess watching is better for you?"

"This way is messier," Gwen allowed with a mischievous smile, "but I don't mind. You seem to like showing off a little." She cleaned up and they held each other after as they lay together , both reluctant to get up and finish the chores they knew needed doing before sleep.

What was Charlie doing right now, Gwen thought as she lay there, was he masturbating to the memory of her legs spread wide in invitation? She wouldn't put it past him...no, she laughed grimly to herself, the chances were good he had someone with him even now to satisfy his lust. But would he use her for his self-satisfaction in a more quiet moment? Would he if he had something to look at while he stroked himself?

Her fantasy world and real-life were coming dangerously close to intersecting, Gwen thought as she lay wrapped around her naked husband; public and private life must remain separate. The Lady's dire warnings troubled her even as the Slut slept off her orgasm, yet the task of closing up the barn was still done in nothing more than a pair of muck boots.