The Video Ch. 01

From her reaction I could tell she was as ready as he. She moved over next to him and videoed herself undoing his jeans with one hand, freeing his monster of a cock. Then she handed him the camera and had him drive and video her sucking his cock. The woman acted like she worhsipped his cock. Against my own desires, I got hard again as I watched her suck him. Several times he almost wrecked as she tried to force his huge head down her throat, swerving and pulling over to the side of the road to elt her finish gagging on him.

He turned off the camera after announcing they had reached the club. When it clicked back on, my wife was holding the camera and videoing the man eating her pussy. She couldn’t hold it still and finally turned it off in the middle of an orgasm. Again, it came back on, this time I watched as my wife, now naked, straddled her lovers legs and lowered herself onto his cock. The camera was set to the side and up so that I could see her pussy swallow his shaft until she pressed her asshole down onto his balls. For what had to be ten minutes, she rode him to orgasm after orgasm, bucking her hips fast and then slow, pulling his face into her tits while she pleasured herself.

Needless to say, I was hard again. I didn’t want to be and told myself that I was going to keep from jerking off. But as I watched, my resolve weakened.

At one point the guy reached over and grabbed the camera, my wife lost in another series of climaxes, then handed it to through the window someone outside the vehicle. I was stunned, though I shouldn’t have been. Here was my wife being watched by strangers as she rode some guys cock in the backseat of and SUV. The camera steadied on the two inside as the ones outside laughed and egged them on. From the voices there had to be four or five people, at least one being a female. The scene inside the vehicke went from my wife being on top to the guy flipping her onto her back while keeping his cock inside of her pussy. The view was from behind, my wife’s legs pinned by the guy’s arms and his cock imbedded in her pussy.

He hammered her. His huge balls slapped her asshole with a sound that was incredible, even on a video camera. The onlookers grew quieter and quieter as they watched this guy fuck my wife like some whore. She wasn’t quiet, though. She screamed and moaned in a way that left no doubt about how much pleasure she was feeling. When he slowed his pace and slipped his shiny cock from her sopping pussy, I heard a gasp from those watching. He placed his cockhead against her asshole and pushed it in in one stroke.

Then the talk started, the onlookers unable to believe she took his huge cock in one stroke. There were jokes and comments but mostly just heavy breathing. The guy holding the video camera was shaking.

Guess my getting a hard-on was nothing to be ashamed of. My wife and her lover put on quite a show. I could see people on the other side of the SUV by the time the man and my wife were slowing down. I watched as the guy pulled his sloppy cock from my wife’s asshole and motioned for the camera man to come around to the other side. After a bit of jostling and pushing people aside, the camera zoomed in through the window, now opened, to my wife’s face, which was streaked and smeared with her makeup. The man puled back and I saw her lovers huge cock appear as he straddled her. She pushed her big tits together and he began to tit-fuck her. His cock hit her chin again and again when she wasn’t letting it slide into her open mouth. That cock had just been in her asshole and she was sucking it like it was a lollipop. With the urging of what had grown to be a very big crowd, the man looked into the camera and asked if they were ready for him to cum. A raucous cheer went up and the man pumped my wife’s tits faster, then pulled his cock out from between them, stroked the long shaft four or five times and began to spurt cum. Like before, as I said, he shot more cum than any person I had ever seen. There were plenty of catcalls, but mostly gasps as the man spewed his load all over my wife. By the time he milked the last drop from his cockslit, my wife was covered from her hair to her tits. The man outside gave the camera to my wife’s lover and he videoed my wife scooping cum form her face and eating off her hands and fingers.

I hadn’t cum, but I wanted to. The picture faded away again, my wife smiling and licking, her face a mess of goo.

I pushed the pause button and just sat with my hard cock straining my shorts, another pre-cum stain already growing. The entire experience had me in some sort of a daze. I sat, thought about nothing, really, just feeling my lust mixed with fear and anger. There was nothing to do but finish the tape.

If I had thought I was ready for what was next, I was wrong. My numbness made a hasty exit and I began to feel everything as I watched the video fade back in I and saw my wife strapped to a big wooden X, hands and feet bound to the device, spreading her apart. She was upright, though leaning back a little. Her lover came into view dressed in leather chaps only. He had something in his hand but I couldn’t tell what it was. I might have been distracted by the way his cock hung between those black leather chaps, swaying in front of balls that looked almost unreal they were so big. He walked arund her, telling her how he was going to torture her until she was completely under his control. She told him she already was, and I believed her. He said he was going to torture her anyway.

And he did. He had nipple clamps in his hand. He put them on her large nipples, one at a time, very slowly, after teasing them to hardness.

She screamed.

In pain.

He slapped her face and she stopped. She looked at him with soemthing akin to devotion, her eyes begging for his approval, his attention. He then put a chain between the clamps and attached a couple of small weights. Her nipples were pulled downward, stretching them towards her belly.

Then, he did the same thing to her puffed pussy lips, clamping them and attaching a chain and weights. Those lips stretched out from her pussy more than two inches. She cried out in pain as he pulled on the chain again and again, finally letting the weights swing between her spread legs.

By this time his cock was hard. As was mine.

He went off screen then returned with a large red candle, already lighted. My wife smiled. I couldn’t believe it. She smiled, then told him how much she wanted him to pour the hot wax all over her. He gave her her wish.

On her tits, clamped nipples, face, stomach, pussy, feet, everywhere. She screamed with pain as he poured over each area but it was immediately mixed with gasps of pleasure when he moved on. Her body was completley covered in wax when he was through. She wsa begging for his cock but he didn’t give it to her. Instead, he brought out a flog, removed the clamps from her nipples and pussy lips and began to flog her. The leather slapped agianst her flesh, not cutting her but making red marks as it lashed across it. He hit her tits hard, making them bounce as the flog slammed into them over and over. He whipped it up between her legs, flogging her pussy, faster and faster until she orgasmed, hips bucking, scream filling the room. Finally he slowed, moved to her reddened flesh and kissed her as he slid his cock between her legs. The picture faded as I watched him pumping his hips, my wife begging for him to take her, promising her obedience, surrendered to him completely.

Then, the picture returned and the guy in the place my wife had been. Strapped to the X, naked.

Let me say, when my wife walked into view, leather dominatrix outfit on, whip in one hand, body language dominant and hardcore, I almost fainted. Her words started, hard and harder, belittling him, degrading his sexual performance, laughing at his pleas.


The woman either made an Oscar worthy performance or she was really this person. I was in awe.

She began to use the whip on him, in a way that let em know she had had plenty of practice. The leather stung his flesh until he was truly crying out in pain and large red welts were appearing all over him. After making him beg and plead for mercy, my wife pulled out some devices and began to strap them onto his cock and balls. She bound his cock with a black cover that looked like it consisted of ten or twelve rings which ran the length of his now hardening shaft. On his huge balls, which she pulled and stretched for a few minutes, she placed silver collard, one on top of the other, until his sack, above his balls was encased in silver. When she stepped away, his balls looked to be stretched ten inches or more from his body. The sight was incredible.

Then she attached a chain and weights, as he had done to her nipples and pussy lips. The difference was that these weights were way heavier than the ones he had used. He moaned and groaned and begged. She ignored him, piling on the weights until his balls looked like the hung to is knees.

I groaned for him. My wife only put her booted foot on them and gave a push, making them sway back and forth. The sight was beyond words for me.

Then she stood in front of him and began to slap his face. Now when I say slap, I don’t mean play slaps. She open-palm hit him over and over, then began to backhand him, his head whipping form side to side with each blow. I know it wasn’t a long time, but it seemed that way. By the time she stopped, hi lips were bleeding and his face was as red as it could be.

Then, she took a riding crop and began to whip his cock, which, to my amazement, was rock hard. Mine was too, but I wasn’t being slapped around either. The rings, I guessed, kept him hard after he got that way. But, she spanked his huge cock with that crop until he was groaning loudly. To my utter surprize, my wife then told the man he had to cum for her as she whipped his cock. He told her he’d try and she slapped him so hard I was astonished to see he was still conscious. He only nodded after she ordered him to cum for her.

Let me tell you, he did. She whipped his cock for a few minutes and then he began to spurt like I had seen him before. No stroking, no sex, just his shaft and cockhead getting swatted by a riding crop. He shot cum until there was no more to shoot.

My wife called hima good boy and told him he would now be rewarded. The view faded as she pulled the rings from his cock and got down on her knees, presumably to suck him off. I never got tosee.

I was so ahrd I had to cum. But I held off, knowing that the tape had to be about over.

The final scene came on with my wife and the man naked together on what I assumed was his bed. It was the bed I saw earlier. They were touching and kissing and stroking each other’s bodies.

What I got to watch over the next half hour was the two of them making love. Not fucking. Not screwing. No bondage.

Love-making.

If you’ve ever seen it you know what it looks like. They moved togther like two snakes, wrapping around each other in a dance that had no music, needed none. Their bodies moved like they were choreographed.

Slow.

Sensual.

Erotic.

Love and lust mixed together in a slow dance.

He slid into her, her legs around his waist, cumming as he filled her, gripping him like she would never let go, her body convulsing as she orgasmed over and over. He hips moved forwards and back slowly, never incresing their tempo, stopping before they hit her flesh. She came again, her mouth open, head back, a groan that had nothing but pleasure within it. Without making any pronouncement, she rolled over on top of him.

In what can only be described as perfect sex, she rode him slowly, hips moving up and back, his cock sliding in and out of her swollen pussy. She came he held her hips, hands circling her waist. She came when he lifted her tits, one in each hand, as if they were fragile, letting them slide from his hands, fingers finding her nipples. There seemd to be no end to her climaxes. When she leaned forward, kissing his mouth as she continued to ride his cock, he slipped his hands to her ass and spread her cheeks, pulling her up and letting her slide back down his cock. She came again and again.

It was a sight that left no doubt about the relationship.

Finally, he rolled her onto her back once more, kissing her deeply as he slid his cock slowly in and out of her pussy. I watched as his body ebgan to stiffen, the movement a bit jerky. I knew what was next. I expected him to pull out of her so I could watch his huge cumshot. Instead, he pulled his mouth from hers and announced his impending orgasm, bucked his hips slowly, pushing deep inside of her, then graoned like a man caught in the utmost pleasure. His body spasmed and bucked as he emptied his entire load into my wife’s pussy.

She came with him. And cried.

I was astonished. Emotion flooded from her as he filled her with his cum. She kissed him and cried, holding his head in her hands as she did. All I could see was her utmost devotion to this guy.

My wife wasn’t mine.

Needless to say the view faded and the guy was back, talking to me.

He answered my questions.

He made the tape, sent it to me because he was moving to our town and wanted me to know that he planned on fucking my wife as often as he could. He said he didn’t need to be married to her because he owned her body and soul.

The truth was there before me.

He was telling the truth.

I knew it.

I pushed stop, looked down to see that my cock was still hard, begging for attention. In spite of my own desires not to, I jerked off and came again.

While I cleaned up another load of cum, I wondered just what the future held.

All I could do was go to sleep, knowing I would watch the video again.

I couldn’t help it.