Chapter 2

In October we were to celebrate our anniversary. I know that it wasn't any "special" anniversary in that it was just another one, but even then Saturday was really almost a too quiet and uneventful day. We spent the morning doing some housekeeping chores and grocery shopping, just as we would any other day.

Craig had dinner planned about eight, saying that he wanted to make sure it would be dark for candlelight. About one in the afternoon, he took our son over to his sister's house for the rest of the weekend. The round trip and little visit would take him about four hours so I had time to burn. I told him before he left that I was going to run down to the mall for a few minutes. I didn't have anything particularly to do there, just getting out of the house.

When I went out to the car and opened the door, there was a cd lying on the drivers seat, put there in a way that I couldn't miss it. I looked at it and thought it must be music that Craig must have copied for me to listen to while I drove around. I smiled to myself, wondering what he had chosen that he thought would get me "in the mood."

I started the car and put in the disc. Nothing happened. After a couple of times, I decided that somehow it just didn't come out right, blew it off, and went on down to the mall. It took about fifteen minutes to get there.

I probably wasn't in there more than a few minutes when it dawned on me that maybe it wasn't a music cd. It could be one for the computer with data on it. It intrigued me so that I immediately left the mall. On the way home I looked at it and wondered. One of those really racy "greeting cards" that you can do these days that has action and sound?

I went straight to the computer and slipped it in. After what seemed an eternity it came up and identified the cd with the word "Amy." At least I knew it was in fact a data cd and it was for me. I know it seems stupid, but I started to shiver a little with anticipation. It was s-o-o-o nice for him to think of me like this.

When it came up on the screen, there were eleven files that came up. Each had a name that all started with "Amy" then had some numbers. It didn't take me but a short time to realize that it was "Amy" for me followed by a date. The first one went back about a year. The last one was this month. Totally in suspense, I double clicked the first one.

There was a brief pause, some unrecognizable noise on the screen, and then everything became clear. With anticipation I watched as it began. Instantly, my mouth flew open and I think my heart stopped beating.

There, in front of me in full light and living color and fantastic sound, was a video of me on our bed lying on my back with Craig's head in between my legs. Stunned, mesmerized, for several minutes I watched this as if a stranger. The woman on the screen was in full rapture, moaning slowly and moving her body in a soft undulation to match a knowing tongue.

Could this really be me, this creature with her mouth hanging open, eyes closed, softly moaning out encouragement to urge him, whimpering in protest when he slowed me to a tease. Then, finally, writhing in what appeared to be a mixture of agony and bliss, release. The soft moans turning to wailing, hands softly beating his shoulders, hips pumping upward as my stomach heaved in huge waves as it all swept over me. Eyes rolling back in my head.

Then, in an instant, it stopped. It was if some unknown person had said, "That's it," and hit the OFF button.

I couldn't move. It seemed like twenty minutes, but I know it was probably two.

I guess I felt I needed to dislodge myself from the situation because I clumsily got up and just sort of started walking through the house and outside in the yard, looking at stuff as if I had not seen them before. I found myself in our bedroom and by positioning myself, located where I assume the camera had been placed. There, in the cloak of the darkness of his walk-in closet, he could have easily filmed us using a tripod.

I lay down on the bed where the action had occurred and just stared at the door for a while, imaging the moment when it happened. I'll bet Craig blew his brains out that night when he came, knowing what was going on. After thinking about it a while, I realized it probably wasn't the only time he blew. How many times had he come watching it over and over?

Actually, once the shock was over I started to feel less traumatized by it. He had taken pictures of me a number of times in poses that I wouldn't want to make public. Even though this was much more graphic and personal, it wasn't the end of the world and certainly wasn't anything to get real upset about. He had, after all, shared it with me in the end.

I went about my routine, each time looking at the computer as I walked past it. Finally, I couldn't stand the tension and carefully took my chair in front of it. Approaching it like anticipating a scene out of a horror movie, I clicked on the next file.

For the next few minutes, I watched myself from the rear, my hair hanging down as I straddled Craig and rode him on top. Sometimes slow, sometimes fast, there was his cock sliding in and out of me, my back passage exposed and opened as if begging for something. I don't know who's grunts and groans were louder, mine or his. He came first but stayed with me for another thirty seconds or so, which was all I needed.

The sounds coming out of me, both while begging him to stay with me and when I ripped myself with orgasm, was so guttural and course that I inwardly cringed, almost refusing to acknowledge that this was Daddy's little girl begging like a whore. And I had no idea that when I had an orgasm the cheeks of my ass clinched and released in a quick rhythm with every stroke.

As I sat there, my legs had begun swinging open and shut in a slow, unconscious movement that I recognized. This wasn't the first time that I had sat in front of this computer and reacted to watching a woman being ravaged, but those times it hadn't been ME. And through it all a small thought crossed my mind. We didn't have the equipment to do this. Or did we?

Still, my reactions had changed from dismay to curiosity and slowly that was being replaced by, dare I say it, eagerness. You know how you can be watching or reading something that turns you on and your fingers just seem to keep creeping down, no matter how many times you pull them back? That was how it was with those files. It was like they were beckoning me to join the action.

As many times as I walked away from it, I always came back. One file after another, one scenario after another, I watched us. I actually recognized some of it, being able to relate to what happened before and after on that particular day. The video had definitely been edited. I went from being troubling to being in total awe of what we were doing, how we interacted, how we were able to bring each other such unbridled pleasure.

At times I came across as a willing recipient, much like a scabbard waiting anxiously but quietly for the sword to be put in. At others, I was like a high priced call girl, going to all means to satisfy the customer. And Craig was definitely an extremely satisfied customer after each session. We always fell back each time, totally spent.

By the fifth one, I was totally immersed in it. After fighting through the top of my jeans with my hand, I abandoned them altogether and let them drop to my ankles. Each session was from five to ten minutes long and after number five I think I had an orgasm to some degree during each one. They were all so different, so erotic. As I watched, the moans I heard and the rapture I saw on my face never seemed to grow old to me.

When I got to number nine, I was so sensitive it was unbearable but the eroticism and emotional strangle that stupid machine had on me was like a drug I couldn't do without. I plugged in a set of earphones and put them on. Maybe I thought that by removing the sound from the room I was hiding it from everybody else.

When the next clip started, a little doubt that had started to form in my mind proved to be right. I recognized the moment as if it were yesterday. It was the first of several nights during the past year that Craig had surprised me by asking me to wear a little black mask that kept me from seeing anything. At the time, I found it exciting and very erotic, especially since I couldn't quite detect what was coming next.

On the screen, I was on top of Craig pumping slowly and, at his encouragement, softly talking dirty to him. I could see our bodies moving together as if one. Then, it moved in to catch my face and even with the mask on it caught all the sweet anguish. Out again and down, extremely close shots of my pussy taking that cock coming way out and then fully shoving down again, almost in a very exaggerated way as I took him fully inside me.

Through a mental haze fogged with sex, I realized that there was somebody operating the camera that night. They were moving it in and out, guiding it from one close-up shot to another. At times it was a little jerky as if the operator was having a hard time controlling himself.

ADAM!! It had to be. Who else? But by that time and in the state I was in, instead of it upsetting me it did nothing but add to the fire that was consuming me. My attention to what was on the screen was detracted every now and then by the thought and vision of him standing that close, watching, hearing, filming. I was totally unaware of anything else around me.

I never came out of that sexy stupor. The last video was like a "finale" and was about 15 minutes long. I was totally immersed in it, my senses and my pussy feeling wonderful and I'm sure the muttering from me never ended. I was locked onto the screen, the sound blocking out all other senses. I took it to the end, watching it before having a physical and mental collapse. I just sat there for a minute.

This explained all the times that he had insisted that we make love with the door locked and all the lights on. And, obviously, the mask was much more than just a prop. I had worn it much more than was depicted on these clips. How much was still out there?

As I thought about it, Craig had hinted that Adam was somehow going to be a part of the day's activity. Now I knew what it was. I had just not been prepared for this. I shut down the computer and got up.

When I turned around I almost fell.

There was Craig sitting quietly on the couch. His eyes were almost closed, his mouth slightly open. In his hand was a super hard cock, come dripping all over. My earphones had masked his entrance into the house. How long had he been there? How much had he seen?

You can imagine not only my shock, but also my concern about his reaction. Instead, he silently waved his finger at me to come over. When I did, he wrapped my hand around his cock. I can't remember when it was so hard and big and it was dripping like a spring. I looked into his face and saw nothing but pleasure. Slowly, I bent over and started a slow licking up from the base of the shaft, tasting the slight pungency of his semen as I went up.

He finally spoke, his voice soft and shaking.

"Did you like the video?"

"Um-huh." My mouth was occupied and the relief I felt from his first words was immense.

"How did you find it?"

I had just slid my mouth over the top of his head, knowing he was about to come. When he said it, I froze right there. I looked up from what I was doing and looked straight into his almost pained face to see if he was putting me on. He wasn't.

I think it hit me just as the orgasm was hitting him.

ADAM!! Obviously, Craig was aware of his participation during the filming but wasn't aware he was going to share it in such a manner.

He spurted like a volcano!! It was going to an interesting anniversary.

To say that my body was on fire after the events of the afternoon would be such an understatement that it barely deserves mention. My question was why? Was it from the erotic bombardment coming across the computer monitor exposing me as a harlot? Was it the hypnotic state that I had put on Craig? Or, my god say it isn't so, was it solely as a result a fantasy I couldn't remove from my mind. That of Adam watching, filming, hearing me in those times of abandonment?

Whatever it was, the moment was upon me. Craig had arranged for a very nice catering service to serve our dinner at home. Dinner was for eight o'clock and I could sense that he was expecting me to wait until the final moment to make an appearance from out of the bedroom. He was very secretive, dressing in the spare bedroom instead of in front of me. My nerves were so on edge, my expectations drifting from erotic anticipation to dread.

I decided a long hot bath would take off the edge. It would have, I expect, if the visions of the afternoon had not kept creeping in, mingling with my tingling expectations of the hours to come. Instead, the overall effect was so that my fingers couldn't help but creep, first stroking my breast then sliding down between my legs, spreading my cleft slightly before my fingertips touched my clit. It almost felt like I could feel it swelling as I rubbed it firmly.

It wasn't a long tease. Almost instantly my climax slammed into my belly and I bit my lip. My hand shoved into me and I thought I could feel the come as it poured out. After that, exhaustion made me immobile.

It took a while but I was able to extract myself from the tub, weak as I was. After carefully brushing my teeth and swishing mouthwash, I finished with my hair and put on a coat of lip-gloss before rubbing on some strawberry milk lotion instead of perfume.

I looked at the outfit he had selected. But I was beginning to wonder who was "he"? It was a very short dress with dark stockings and a garter belt. I decided to add to the effect, carefully selecting a really low-cut black satin bra with a front clasp that almost exposed the top of my nipples and a matching thong. Bought long ago, they had stayed hidden in my drawer waiting for a "special" moment.

As I put on the frilly garter belt I couldn't help but smile. For all the mental protesting I had originally done, as I actually put it on for real it made me feel very sexy. After hooking up the stockings, I hesitated before donning the dress. I took a few seconds to admire the package I saw in front of me in the mirror.

Turning and twisting, I decided that it wasn't so bad for a thirty-year-old mother. Almost with every motion, the short dress exposed the top of the stockings and the darkness of the lingerie made the exposed flesh between the top of my hose and my crotch seem almost pale. As I smoothed the cloth over my body my fingers were drifting back under them. I had to make myself go on out. Otherwise I guess I would have stayed there in front of the glass, my fingers and the scene reflected back to me already causing my eyelids to flutter.

I was brought back to schedule with a gentle knock on the door.

"They're on the way with dinner. About ten minutes."

So, with one last look at my new self, I walked out into the living room. I could see into the dining room where the table had been carefully and elegantly set.

For three.

It hadn't had time to hit me before they walked out of the kitchen. I don't know what surprised me the most: Adam's presence or their appearance. Both were neatly dressed in a coat and tie, looking very handsome and very ready for the evening.

While Craig's mouth stayed just sort of fell open, Adam's didn't. Instead he pursed his lips and let out a long, very appreciative whistle.

"My god, Amy. You look wonderful!"

His words, the look on his face, Craig's silence. It was too much for a woman who had been through the day I had experienced.

The jolt that went through me was not electric, not a tingle. It was a throb that almost buckled my knees.

Relief came quickly as the doorbell rung. The dinner was being delivered. Since part of the service was serving it, Craig quickly whisked me to the table and seated me before the lady came in. I knew that he was reacting quickly because of the way I was dressed. At least I would have some cover from her eyes. It did to some extent, but you couldn't help but see the appreciative glances she was giving me as she worked. After all, when I sat down the dress came up to the very tops of my legs, exposing not only the white skin above the stockings to my crotch, but if I didn't keep my legs closed tightly my scantily clad crotch as well.

When it became obvious that she was more turned on than distracted by our appearance, I could see Craig and Adam steal a glance at each other. After that, they did everything they could to detain her. I kept my legs closed shut but I know she got an eye full before she reluctantly departed with an oversized tip. I got the distinct idea she would have stayed if there had been even the slightest invitation. After all, there were two attractive men and only one woman at the gathering, and even to a casual observer it promised to be an interesting meal.

And it was. They lived up to all their advertising, elegantly serving the food hot and fresh and very tasty. We laughed and carried on as if we were in the middle of a pizza parlor somewhere.

By the end of the meal, though, it was obvious that all our thoughts were slowly turning back to our situation. We had been sitting some distance from each other, but with the sensations still lingering from the afternoon and the wine, I could swear I could smell them and I knew for a fact that my thong was soaking wet.

"Leave the dishes. I'll get them later." Craig broke up what had become a little bit of a nervous silence.

"I have a movie. First, though, I'm dumping the coat and tie." Adam rose and was taking off his tie even as he spoke. Craig almost jumped at the chance to shed his, too.

Five minutes later we were in front of the television, credits rolling across the screen. I was on the couch leaning back against Craig and Adam was sitting about five or six feet away. No matter how I sat, I was exposed up to my ass with the short dress and the stockings leaving me totally open to his appreciative gaze.

We keep a soft decorative throw across the back of the couch. After just a couple of minutes I slowly reached up to pull it down over me. When I did, Craig softly grasped my wrist and very quietly whispered, "Leave it," in my ear. He was obviously enjoying sharing the view with his friend.

Both of them know that I don't care for hardcore x-rated films. I was pleased and a little surprised when it turned out to be a real soft-core erotic movie of which I had never heard. It started out a little slow and my attention couldn't help but be drawn to my situation. Adam went from taking quick glances to being openly brazen with his attention to my exposed body. It wasn't lost on Craig. He had maneuvered me so that I was between his legs, lying prone back against him. His massive hard was pressing against my back. He was already definitely turned on.

If I thought I was having a problem dealing with all this, the movie didn't help any. It was about a young wife who becomes venerable to her husband's old friend who shows up in their life. He ends up screwing her in several scenes including inside a church. It was extremely well done and very erotic.

I know I started to squirm a little. My glances at Adam told me that he was barely watching the movie. His hard was obvious through the loose dress pants he was wearing. I wondered if Craig's facial expression was the same as his, mouth slightly opened a little and looking almost intoxicated.

You never know what sparks things to happen. Life is full of "what if's." As openly erotic and hot as the situation was, maybe nothing would have happened. It could have been contained to just a fantastic show for Adam's sake and a memorable moment for us. But, one of those unaccountable "events" just happened.

Craig had started to gently massage the side of my breast, taking little caution to hide it from Adam. I uttered a little "uh-uh" under my breath to him and crossed my arms in self- protection. That didn't stop him from sweeping his fingertips across my nipples and an eager Adam from taking it all in. Then he stopped suddenly.

"You still have your shoes on." It was sort of a flat statement.

He was right. They were still on. As I started to bend forward to undo them, he held me back.

"Let Adam take them off for you."

I couldn't believe it. He would have his face down in front of me looking up my unprotected crotch.

The look that passed between them was unmistakable. Adam looked at Craig and I could feel him nod in approval. He lost no time.

He was slow and careful about it, but he moved right over and took my right foot in his hands. It was crossed over my left at the time, so he gently lifted and moved it over during the process. All the time, he was looking at my face, then Craig, then up my then open crotch. I knew he had to be looking straight up into the crevice so scantily covered by my little thong.

He took forever removing my shoes, teasing my feet as he did. Then, instead of moving on, he just sort of settled in at the end of the couch and returned his attention to the screen. His hands never left my feet, though, and he started giving them a long, slow soft foot massage that shot straight up my legs.

Of all the times for it to happen, it was just after that that the church scene unfolded, graphic and smoldering across the screen. I have to admit it moved me and I could feel Craig's stiff cock as it lurched. Adam's touches moved up, slowly including my calves through the smooth hose. I think I actually anticipated it.

The zipper on my dress had come down smoothly, slowly. I was so involved with the movie and Adam's hands that I had paid little attention to Craig. I was surprised that the deft, slow action that released the binds of the dress had occurred without my notice.

But I became fully aware of his hands gently tugging the top off my shoulders and down my arms. Instinctively, I crossed my arms and placed my hands over his.

"No." I said it softly but firmly, knowing that Adam could hear.

I was staring straight into Adam's eyes. After a deep, extremely penetrating gaze, he lowered his head and started trailing kisses up my leg. His hands had somehow managed to go above my knees, kneading me softly with his fingers on the way up in a slow process that ignored my weak resistance.

"Put your hands on mine." Craig's voice was not demanding, but rather soft and coaxing.

"No." My denial was weak, too unsure to have any effect.

"Do it." Slowly, my eyes locked on Adam's, I slid my hands up and gently laid them on top of Craig's. In retrospect, I think I resigned myself to them and their intentions at that time. Otherwise, either Craig or I would have called it quits right then.

With my hands riding his, I'm sure both our eyes were looking straight into Adam's strange expression as the top of my dress slowly, excruciatingly slid down my arms and upper chest. With the low cut bra, it seemed to take ages before I could see the bra itself.

By that time, any pretenses of modesty from me were too late. Already, Adam was treated to everything I had from my open crotch up to my barely hidden nipples. His hands had gently separated my legs and his head had managed to find it's way between my knees. All the time, the slow caresses of his hands and lips never ceased.

Craig's fingers were teasing my nipples and trailing his fingers over the sheer fabric of my bra.