Memories

Many thanks to LSEiland for all the hard work in editing and improving this story from a previous version.

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"Your sister is crazy," said Wendell as he hung up the phone.

"What did she say this time?" said Jane.

"It wasn't her," said Wendell. "It was Cal with one of his wild stories, but when he told me Joan was going along, I couldn't believe it."

"I could see your eyes getting huge," said Jane.

"Cal told me he and Joan wanted to film a video of themselves making love, and they wanted me to be the cameraman," Wendell said. "I told him there was no way you would agree. Wait a minute? Why are you looking at me like that? Do you know all about this already?"

"Yes, Joan told me about their plans a few weeks ago," said Jane, "And I thought she was crazy, just like you, but she's been working on me -- and I finally gave in."

"Hold it!" said Wendell. "You told me before we got married that you didn't care about all the crazy and disgusting things I did before the ceremony, even including the bachelor party, but once the ring was on my finger, you wouldn't share me with anyone else.

"As hot as your sister is, I'm not even that excited about filming her and Cal. They think they're the greatest sexual athletes on the planet, but the stuff he's told me is pretty tame compared to what we've done."

"Well, we don't need to prove anything, do we?" said Jane. "I don't tell Joan much about our love life, but I think she realizes that we're way ahead of them, and she's jealous."

"I thought you and Joan tell each other everything," said Wendell.

"Well, she tells me almost everything," said Jane. "And I tell her --well never mind. In this case, I decided it would be safer for her if you were the cameraman, rather than some professional video person. I'm sure most of them are legit, but I've heard some stories about private videos ending up on the Internet.

"While you're there, I'll be sitting here at home thinking about your threesome. When you get home I want to hear all the details, unless you get me so hot that I have to interrupt you so that we can make some memories of our own."

"Did you say threesome?" said Wendell. "Is there more to this than Cal told me?"

"I didn't say that right," said Jane. "I just meant the three of you. I'm still holding you to your vows. You can watch them, but don't you dare so much as touch anything with any part of your body unless you want that part cut off."

Wendell laughed. "That's more like it," he said. "For a second, I was worried whether you were feeling well. So you really want me to do this on Saturday morning?"

"Yes, and then I want you to come straight home," said Jane.

Joan and Cal lived just a half-mile from them, but Wendell took his time getting there because his mind was racing and he needed to calm down. He was surprised that this was actually arousing him, but he figured it was because the whole scene would be the most bizarre thing he had ever been involved in.

When he walked in, he could tell his sister-in-law and her husband were even more excited than he was. They were dressed in sweats as they eagerly explained the set-up in their master bedroom.

There were so many bright lights shining from stands around the room that Wendell blinked until he got used to them. There were also four video cameras set up on tripods around the bed, some high, some low. Cal handed him a fifth camera and said he was to move around the bed getting close-ups of the action, especially their faces and genitals, and he explained how the other cameras were synchronized and would record the action from a variety of angles at the same time as the handheld camera. He and Joan would edit all the footage.

When everything was explained, there was an awkward moment where Joan and Cal looked at each other, and at Wendell. He figured they were thinking the same thing he was: Was this really going to happen?

But then Joan started taking off her sweats. At first, she turned her back to Wendell as she began pulling her top off. But then she stopped herself and pulled the top back down and turned to face him. She was smiling a big lascivious smile at him as she began a slow dancing motion and turned her clothes removal into a striptease. Cal was already naked and sitting in the middle of the bed watching her, but Wendell barely saw him. Was it his imagination or was Joan putting on a show for him, rather than Cal? He raised his camera, but she motioned him to put it down. No, the striptease was for him, not the camera.

She turned a few times in her dance and faced Cal, but her focus was on Wendell. And when he could pull his eyes away from her voluptuous body for a moment and looked at her face, he could see that her eyes were cutting into him like a laser. He felt himself getting red in the face. He was so aroused that he had to adjust his shorts.

When she was totally naked, she stood facing him, her legs spread, hands at her hips. Her eyes were telling him to come and get it, but then she laughed and turned around and joined Cal in bed. After that, she never looked at him again.

He tried to concentrate on doing his job, but his job was to get close-ups of two bodies having sweaty, energetic sex in unusual positions -- and he had to do a lot more shifting inside his shorts. The action was almost nonstop and he couldn't tell which of them was the most aroused and enthusiastic. She came with the same short breaths and little sighs that Jane did, and she did it often, exciting him even more.

Finally, they seemed to be exhausted. Joan had been riding Cal and had just come again. She had collapsed down on top of him, and Wendell was shooting some come trickling out of her as Cal became soft. He heard Cal's voice saying something.

"Only one more thing," Cal said. "We're going to do a DP."

"What?" said Wendell.

"I can see you're hard as a rock," said Cal. "It's always been a fantasy of mine to do a DP with Joan, and I know this is the only chance I'll ever get."

"First of all, I can't believe Joan wants me to do her ass," said Wendell, "and even if she did, Jane would kill me. What am I talking about? I know it would hurt Joan, and I'm not going to hurt her, even if she wants me to."

Joan raised her head from Cal's chest. "What are you guys talking about?" she said.

"Cal wants me to do you in the ass while he does you on the other side," said Wendell. "It's called a double penetration, and they do it on porn videos. You must have seen it."

"No, I never have," said Joan, "and there's no way I'm going to do that. I only did anal with Cal once, and I couldn't walk right for a week, so he knows that's out of bounds. I'll admit I've fantasized being with you, Wendell. Yes, Jane knows, and she knows I'd never do it. This thing is over, Cal. Let me up." She tried to remove Cal's arms, which were wrapped around her back.

"Not on your life," said Cal. "You're going to tell Wendell it's okay to screw you in the ass. I'm already hard again thinking about it, and I know you can feel it."

"You're crazy," said Joan. "I will never tell Wendell that, and even if you hold me, I know he won't do it."

"You're right," said Wendell. "No matter what you say, Cal, I'm not doing this."

"I'm not going to persuade you," said Cal. "Joan is, because unless she does, I'm going to tell you a couple of things about your wife."

"What?" said Joan. "You bastard!" She managed to get her arm free enough to slap Cal hard on the face before he grabbed her hand. She began sobbing hysterically.

"What are you talking about?" said Wendell.

"Ask Joan," said Cal, calmly. He began moving in and out of Joan with his penis. He didn't say another word. Joan stopped crying and lifted up her face and looked at Cal, who looked back at her with a stone face.

"You really would do that, you asshole," she said. "Just for your stupid fantasy, you would hurt my sister and Wendell? And you don't mind that your wife would experience horrible pain? After four years of marriage, I don't know you at all."

"Nothing you can say will change my mind," said Cal. "I've thought of this a long time. I don't know how big Wendell is, but I figure you will be fine in a week or so.

"I know you're going to make me pay for this. And I'm prepared to make this up to you in many ways. It's just that this is one of those once-in-a-lifetime things, and I know I'll always regret not giving it a shot.

"As for what I'll tell Wendell, I don't think it will hurt him as much as you and Jane do. He'll get over it. It's not going to ruin anybody's life. But I promise I won't say a thing if I get my DP."

"There's nothing Joan can say to me that's going to make me do this," said Wendell, "so you may as well tell me your secret."

"No!" Joan cried out. "Don't say anything, Cal, or so help me, I'll scratch your eyes out." She began sobbing again. Cal continued to slowly move in and out of her from below as she cried. Wendell couldn't believe his eyes and ears.

"You have to do it, Wendell," she said quietly after a few minutes. "I'll be able to handle it."

"Not on your life, Joan," he said. "I'm not even that hard anymore. I'm not going to hurt you no matter what you say."

She looked up at him. "Take your clothes off, Wendell," she said quietly. "You have to trust me that what you're going to do to me will hurt me less than what Cal is threatening. Whenever I've asked you for a favor, you've never hesitated. I know this is the biggest favor I'll ever ask, and I promise you that I'll never tell Jane. But you have to do it or I don't know what I'll do to myself."

"How can you let her talk like this, Cal?" said Wendell. "I never realized you could be such a bastard."

"Don't be stupid," said Cal. "Yes, I'm a bastard, but she's a drama queen. Doesn't Jane ever pull that stuff on you? She's not going to kill herself over what this. It means nothing in the long run."

"Shut up!" screamed Joan. "If I'm going to do this for you, Cal, you better not say another word. Just enjoy your sick fantasy that I'm giving you. I'll be thinking of how you're going to pay for it."

She turned to Wendell. "Please," she said. "Let's take this slowly, Wendell. First, just take off your clothes and come over here."

"Before you do," said Cal, "place your camera on the stand just to your left and turn on the switch to start all the cameras. I've got everything all set up to shoot the DP."

Wendell was trying to think of what to say. He was sure Cal was right. Joan wouldn't do anything foolish because she wasn't that kind of person. But she seemed awfully distraught, and what if she did hurt herself? Jane wouldn't blame him for not taking her ass, but that would always be there between them. He felt sure Jane wouldn't want him to take any chances with her sister's health -- or her life.

He put the camera on the stand and aimed it where the three crotches would come together, and then he stood still for a moment. The room was quiet. He heard the sound of Cal's penis going in and out of Joan. It was a gurgly sound, because his member was moving through a lot of semen that Cal had deposited inside her.

When he started taking off his clothes, he did it quickly. He wanted this over fast. He heard Joan gasp. "Oh my God," she said, "It's even thicker and longer than yours, you bastard. No, no Wendell, don't stop. It won't be that bad. Now come over here. Cal, you can loosen your death grip now. I'm not trying to get away, but I need to be able to move."

When Wendell stood by the bed, she moved her body toward him as Cal continued to pump her. Before Wendell knew what was happening, she swallowed a large part of him and was sucking him like a vacuum. She was as good as Jane, he thought as he became hard in less than a minute.

She lifted her head and said, "Okay, Wendell, you can do it now."

"I'm not doing anything unless there's some lube," Wendell said, and even before he finished he saw Cal reach under the bed and pull out a squeeze tube.

"When I put my finger inside with the lubricant, I want you to relax as much as you can, Joan," Wendell said. "Then I'll put a lot more in with two fingers to get your muscles back there to loosen up so it won't be as painful."

But despite his suggestion, he saw her tense up the moment she felt his finger, and she stayed that way. When he inserted two digits, she screamed for a moment before she could control herself.

He put the lube away and positioned himself. He went in slowly, but she gasped and squirmed and moaned and shrieked at every movement. A couple of times she stopped him so that she could calm down, but as soon as he started again, so did her sounds. When he was completely in, he felt Cal's hands touch his balls. "You did it," he said with glee in his voice. "Now get started. I'm going to try to hold off coming until you do."

Wendell didn't move until he heard Joan sobbing and saying, "Do it, Wendell! Please. Please finish fast."

Wendell started moving in and out of her slowly. He didn't feel excited, but her tight muscles clenching around him kept him aroused. He didn't feel like he could come. Joan couldn't stop crying, except when she was gasping. After a few minutes, she screamed at him,

"Faster, Wendell. I don't think you are going to come going this slow. Every second you take is making my agonizing. The worst thing is my feeling of total humiliation. Cal has turned me into something that isn't even human. Please finish before I go out of my mind."

Wendell began moving faster. He looked down at his penis going in and out of the small, tight hole in the middle of her beautiful rear. He pulled it out further as far as it would go without coming free and plunged it all the way back in. As he was doing this, he felt himself becoming aroused. He went faster and started to bump her rear. She was shrieking in cadence with his thrusts. Cal was matching his rhythm. He felt the urgency beginning, and a minute later he was blasting his semen into her bowels.

He waited until he was completely soft before pulling out, and then he did it as slowly as he could. Joan still cried out a couple of times. He got up and went to the bathroom, washed up, and then got dressed and went home without saying another word. He didn't look at either of them.

At home, Jane was boiling over with excitement. She didn't ask him anything but dragged him straight to bed. At first, he didn't respond, but she wouldn't be denied. They went at each other for over an hour before she stopped to catch her breath. "That was good," she said, "but I thought it would be even wilder. You seemed a little more subdued than I thought you'd be after watching Cal and Joan. Now let's eat something, and I want to hear all about it."

Over lunch, he told her of every position Cal and Joan had demonstrated, and she stopped him frequently to ask details. When he finished, she looked at him.

"There's something you're not telling me," she said, "and now I know why you weren't so enthusiastic when you came home. Something bad happened, and you're not telling me because you don't want to upset me. But I need to know. What did Cal do to Joan? No matter what it was, I will accept it because it was between the two of them. But you have to tell me."

Wendell tried hard to hold back, but she wouldn't give up. Finally, he told her everything and watched her face go from curiosity to shock to anger. "I'm so sorry about what I did, Jane," he said. "I hope someday you can forgive me."

"I'm not angry at you, Wendell," she said through clenched teeth. "I'm glad you did what Joan asked you to do, rather than take any chances. But I don't know if I can ever look at that bastard Cal again. Excuse me, but I have to call Joan right now."

She was holding back her tears while comforting Joan on the phone. She wanted to go over there, but Joan told her not to. After she hung up, Wendell said, "What were those secrets that I wasn't supposed to hear. I thought we didn't keep secrets from each other."

Jane looked at him in a daze. "Secrets?" she said. "Oh, yes, Joan was protecting me. Damn her. I wouldn't have cared if Cal had told you. Damn her!"

"So what were they then?" Wendell said.

"It's so stupid," she said, talking to herself. "Secrets! Horrible secrets! You know what one of them was? Remember that time I surprised you after I blew you and let you come in my mouth? It was a huge amount of semen because you had just come home from a trip.

"Remember how upset you were when I forced my mouth over yours and pushed all of the come into you so that you were choking and swallowing and sneezing it out all at the same time. Then you ran to the bathroom and retched for 10 minutes. I just said that I wanted to try it one time, and I promised I'd never do it again."

"How could I forget that?" he said. "It was horrible."

"Well, what I didn't tell you was that Joan had told me about doing that. She said it was called giving the man a snowball, and that she had mentioned it to Cal, but he was deathly afraid of come, so he wouldn't do it. She said you wouldn't do it either. We had too much to drink, and I bet that I could get you to do it. She said I'd have to prove it, and so we agreed that she could hide a video camera in our bedroom. I turned it on before I began blowing you and positioned you so that the camera got a good shot of the snowball and your reaction. She wasn't supposed to, but she told Cal about it -- after he swore he'd never tell you.

"I didn't tell you because I knew how angry you'd be, but mostly because I wanted to spare you the humiliation. I can see I was right."

Wendell's face was white, and his words were terse and robotic. "She said secrets," he said. "There was more than one."

"I'm not telling you the other one yet," she said. "That's enough anger and humiliation for one day. I'm suddenly exhausted, and all I want to do is go to bed and hold you." She wept in his arms a long time, occasionally saying, "Poor Joan," before falling asleep. He pulled free of her and got up, but she didn't wake up until almost dinnertime and went to bed early that night.

For a week or two she was not herself, but then she snapped out of it. One day at dinner, she said, "Cal is going all out. He's taking Joan to an expensive resort, and you should see the ring he bought her. They've patched things up, but he doesn't know Joan like I do. She takes a long time to forget things, and until she does... she can be dangerous."

"What do you think she'll do?" said Wendell.

"I don't know," she said.

"But you will," he said, "because she tells you everything."

Six months had passed from the night of the DP, when Wendell got a phone call from an excited Cal. "We need you for another video session," he said.

"I don't believe you," said Wendell.

"It's all Joan's idea this time," said Wendell "If you think last time was wild, you ain't seen nothing yet. For the past three months, she's been researching the Internet and finding the most strange and exotic sex practices from all over the world. And then she's taught them to me, and we've been doing them. Some of them are crazy exciting, and some of them are just crazy, but now she wants to make a video of us doing them.

"I wasn't so eager because it took a long time for her to forgive me for the DP, but she said that if I promised not to pull any more tricks, she'd do the video. Then she shocked me, and you know I'm not easy to shock."

"What are you talking about?" said Wendell.

"She told me she would toss my salad," said Cal.

"She what?" said Wendell.

"Toss my salad," said Cal. "You know... she would eat out my asshole. I almost fell over. I've seen porn videos of that, but even I would never have thought about asking her to stick her tongue in my asshole."

"She's pulling something over on you," said Wendell. "She would never do that."