From: sambaz@aol.com (SambaZ)
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Subject: RepostByRequest: WifeWatch3: Maura's First Video
WifeWatch3: Maura's First Video

   copyright 1996 by Deadly Nightshade

   Following Maura home afterward, I found myself even more confused than
before.  Obviously, Maura was attracted to Frank and he was attracted to
her, too.  OK, I'd asked for that, pushing her to act sexier.  But I hadn't
asked for her to go off to some guy's house, a guy she didn't even know,
and do God knows what with him.  I mean, what if I hadn't showed up when I
did?  Still, I guess it was my fault.  And then there was the other thing.
When Frank had gotten up, revealing his hardon under his shorts, he wasn't
the only one who was hard.  So even though it was going too far too fast,
it was turning me on too.  Shit!

   Back at her house, Maura started apologizing again.  And it looked as if
she might start crying again any minute.

   "It's OK," I said.  "I'm not mad at you."

   "I just don't know what came over me," she said, her voice quavering
again.  "I don't know why I called him..."

   "It's OK," I soothed.

   "I told him you were out of town again with your kids.  He asked me to
come over.  But I said I couldn't, that I had to go to the gym.  Then he
said he had a complete gym at his place and why didn't I come use it.  I
tried to say no, but he's very persuasive, and before I knew it, I'd said
yes.  I really am sorry, honey.  I guess now you think I really am a slut."

   "No, no," I said.  "I didn't mean to get upset about it.  I was just
worried.  About what might happen to you.  I mean, we don't know anything
about this guy.  He might be a..."

   "He's an oral surgeon," she said.  "His wife took off with some younger
woman.  He's really very nice.  I like him."

   "OK.  I'm glad he turned out to be nice."

   "And you're not mad at me?"

   "No, I'm not mad.  I'm relieved.  And it did turn me on, finding you
making out with him, as you now know."

   "Yes," she said, giggling.  "I know."

   The giggle cut off, and she again looked as if she might cry.  "But
there's more to it than what you saw," she continued.

   "Oh?"

   "Yes.  I mean, not at first.  When I got there, I started warming up to
do my workout.  Then he started videotaping me."

   "Uh huh."

   "And, well, you promise you won't get mad?"

   "Promise."

   "Well, I've got the tape.  We can watch it, if you'll promise not to get
mad."

   "OK."

   "I guess I left it in the car."

   I went out and got the tape.  I put it in the machine to rewind.  "You
have to promise that no matter what's on the tape, you won't get mad," she
said.  "If you won't, I'm going to erase it."

   "It's your tape?"

   "No, it's Frank's.  But I'll erase it unless..."

   "I promise."

   Finally, I started the tape.  The first scenes were of Maura stretching,
wearing her gray leotard, white full body tights and gray gym shoes.  She
looked great, but it might have been any TV workout tape.  It went on for
several minutes before Maura suddenly looked directly into the camera.  Her
face took on one of those deer-trapped-in-the-headlights expressions.

   "What are you doing?" she asked.

   "Taping you," Frank's disembodied voice replied.

   "Please don't do that," Maura said, standing up.

   "Why not?"

   "It embarrasses me," Maura said.

   "Why?"

   "I don't know.  It just does."

   "It shouldn't.  You're beautiful."

   "Well, thank you," she said.

   She stood looking into the camera for a long moment.  Then she shrugged
and went back to her stretching.  When she was warmed up, she got onto the
stationary bike.  After a minute or so she dismounted and adjusted the
tension, then got back on.  Within a minute or so, sweat was rolling down
her face and neck.  She looked directly into the camera.

   "This is going to be a really exciting video," she said.  "Maura rides
the bike, for twenty minutes."

   It was hard to hear her over the whir of the machine.

   "Do you always wear those tights under your leotard?" Frank asked.

   "Yes.  Why?"

   "I think you ought to take them off."

   "Why?  This leotard isn't really made to be worn without tights."

   "I know," Frank said.  "I just thought it might make the video more
interesting."

   "I'm sure it would," Maura replied, laughing.

   She said no, but Frank was persistent.  And she was right about his
being persuasive too.  It wasn't long before she gave in.  When she came
out of the room where she'd changed, Frank zoomed the camera in on her.

   Her firm breasts stretched the gray rib knit very thin, showing the
bumps of her nipples.  The neckline was scooped low enough to show a little
cleavage and the big armholes revealed the outer curves of both breasts.

   The legholes were cut very high, over her hips, plunging down to a
narrow vee between her legs.  Her hairy bush made a visible mound under the
thin cloth.

   "I shouldn't be doing this," she said.

   "Oh, Maura, you are gorgeous!" Frank said.

   "Thanks," she said, ducking her head, blushing and giggling.

   She'd left off her gym shoes, and as she padded barefoot across the
floor, her breasts jiggled nicely.  The camera panned as she passed,
showing the thong back that left most of her behind bare.  She got on the
machine and began pedaling.

   The camera moved closer, then around behind.  Maura said something that
I couldn't make out.  The camera was focused on the curves of her bottom,
divided neatly by the narrow black seat.

   "Just getting some cheek shots," Frank said.

   He kept moving around, shooting her from every angle.  She only spent
about ten minutes on the bicycle, then moved to the rowing machine, the
camera following every move.  A dark stain of sweat covered most of the
front of the leotard, revealing the darker circles of her areolae beneath.

   On the first back stroke, her arms stretched wide apart and her breasts
nearly popped out of the armholes.  On the front stroke, the little seat
slid back, straightening her legs.  But on the back stroke, the seat slid
forward, forcing her thighs apart.  The leotard rode up into her crotch,
revealing a dark vee of thick, curly pubic hair.  The camera zoomed in.

   "What are you doing?" Maura gasped.

   "Just shooting a little beaver," Frank said, laughing.  "I'm in love
with your hairy bush."

   "Glad you like it," she grunted, giggling.

   "And you like it too.  Showing it to me, don't you?"

   Maura paused at the end of the next backstroke and looked down at her
bush, then up at the camera.

   "Yes.  I like it a lot," she said.

   She flexed her legs, drawing the leotard tighter in her crotch,
revealing more of her dark bush, then resumed rowing.

   "Is this OK?" Maura said to me.  "Are you OK?"

   "See for yourself," I replied, moving my hand so she could see the bulge
in my pants.

   "I'm glad," she said.

   "You really did enjoy it, didn't you?" I asked.

   "Yes.  I really did."

   She curled up next to me on the couch and began stroking my bulge.  The
video went on.  Maura's nipples were harder than I'd ever seen them,
straining at the thin sweat soaked cloth.  Finally, on one backstroke, her
left breast popped out of the armhole.  She did several more strokes before
pausing.  Then, before she tucked the breast back in, she ran her hand over
it, giving the hard nipple a little squeeze.

   "Maura, you are one hot babe!" Frank said.

   Later she did her floor work.  At one point she was on her back, legs
straight up, toes pointing at the ceiling.  She moved her feet out and
down, spreading her legs as far as they would go, then back up.  Out and
up. The leotard virtually disappeared into her slit, revealing the lips of
her pussy beneath the thick hair.

   "Jesus!  Your pussy is fucking gorgeous!" Frank said.

   "And it's soaking wet, too," Maura replied.

   "And it's soaking right now, too," she said to me.

   She laid down on the floor and imitated the movements on the screen.  I
could see her juice glistening on her bush and pussy lips.

   "I can't take any more," she said.  "Come fuck me."

   I hit the stop button and stripped off my pants and underwear.  She
pulled the crotch of her leotard aside and began humping her hips up,
showing me her wet pussy.

   "Yes," she said, running a finger into her slit.  "Put it right there.
Fuck my hot, wet cunt, baby!"

   I knelt between her legs and she grabbed my hard cock and thrust her
hips up and pulled me into her.  As soon as I was all the way in she
wrapped her legs around my back and began throwing her pussy up at me,
moaning and thrashing around, out of control.

   "Yes, yes, yes, yes," she hissed.  "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..."

   I'd already adjusted to her new trashy talk.  It was a huge turn on. 
But the other part was even more amazing.  For years we'd had at least OK
sex.  But getting it to the OK level had always required a considerable
amount of foreplay, a lot of kissing and touching and caressing and licking
to get her aroused.  I'd come to enjoy that part almost as much as the
actual intercourse.  But now, in less than forty-eight hours, Maura had
become this perpetually wet, perpetually horny animal who wanted nothing
more than a hard dick rammed hard and deep into her blazing cunt.  I was
beginning to worry about whether I could keep up with her, even as my balls
slapped against her ass there on the floor.

   "Yes, yes, yes," she chanted.  "Fuck me harder, fuck me harder..."

   She began coming almost instantly, and I wasn't far behind.  We
collapsed in a sweaty tangle on the floor and lay there panting, gasping
for breath, for a long time.  Eventually we got up and took a long, hot
shower together.  After drying off, I pulled on a pair of shorts.  Maura
remained naked.

   We went into the kitchen and heated up some soup and made sandwiches. 
We took the food to the dining room table and ate, washing it all down with
some iced tea.  In the past, which I was rapidly beginning to view as some
sort of former life, I'd almost never seen Maura naked except in our bed.
Now I was watching her bare ass as she bent over the stove, or the thrust
of her bare nipples as she spooned soup into her mouth, and I was beginning
to understand what it must have felt like to be one of those supposedly
mythical satyrs.

   We gathered up the dishes and took them into the kitchen.  I rinsed them
and handed them to Maura.  As she bent to put them into the dishwasher, I
couldn't resist running my hand over her bare ass.

   "Jeez, you're never satisfied are you?" she asked, giggling, wiggling
against my hand so that one finger trailed down along her slit.  "You want
more?"

   "Could be," I replied.

   We spent a few minutes straightening up the kitchen, putting things
away. Then we wandered back into the den.  I sat on the couch and Maura
reclined next to me, extending her feet over the end and putting her head
back into my lap.

   "Want to watch the rest of the tape?" she asked.

   "Do I dare?" I replied.

   "I think you'll like it."

   "Yeah, but I might have a heart attack and die if this keeps up."

   "Well, at least you'll die happy," she said, giggling.

   That made her tits jiggle.  I put my hand on her bare stomach, afraid to
touch her anywhere else.

   "I think we're about to the part where Bobby arrived," she said.

   "Yeah, what's with him?  He struck me as a kinda sleazoid type."

   "No, he's nice too.  He's Frank's best friend, a pilot for some airline.
He just took over the camera."

   "You didn't mind him seeing you like that?" I asked, starting to feel
jealous again.

   "Well, I fixed my leotard to cover as much as possible when he first got
there," she said.  "Of course, that didn't last long."

   OK.  Now I had to see the rest.  I picked up the remote and clicked
play. There were a few more minutes of Maura doing her floor work, then the
screen faded to black.

   "This is where Bobby arrived," she said.

   When the screen faded back up, Maura was working with free weights.  She
doesn't use a lot of weight, because she's not interested in building
bulging muscles.  She sticks to lighter weights and does a lot of
repetitions to tone what she already has.  As she'd said, her leotard had
been adjusted back from obscene to merely very sexy.

   At one point, she was doing bench presses and Frank was spotting her. 
Instead of standing behind her head, he was straddling her chest and the
bulge in his shorts was pointed right at her face.

   "I think it likes me," she said.

   "Yeah," Frank replied.  "To find out for sure, all you'd have to do is
raise your head a little and..."

   Maura giggled and raised her head and slid her lips over the tip of
Frank's cock through his shorts for just an instant.

   "Shit!" Frank said.  "You're a naughty girl, Maura."

   She repeated the movement, taking his cock a little deeper and keeping
it a little longer.

   "I guess I am," she said, giggling again.

   They played like that for a while.  Eventually, she was doing military
presses and Frank was spotting her from behind.

   "If you don't quit pushing that thing against my ass, I'm gonna drop
these weights," Maura said.

   "So, drop them," he replied.

   Maura grabbed the remote and clicked stop.

   "Wait a second," she said.

   She went down the hall.  When she came back, she was wearing her sweaty
leotard again.  She pulled me up and turned her back to me, rubbing up
against me.  Then she restarted the tape.  On the screen, Maura set the
weights gently onto their stand, then leaned back against Frank.  His hands
came around her body and began caressing her breasts through her leotard. I
could almost see her nipples growing.

   "You like this?" she asked, pressing back against me, taking my hands
and moving them to her breasts.

   On the screen, Maura moaned.  Frank's hands moved to the armholes and
under her leotard, massaging her bare breasts.

   "Yes," she moaned.  "Rub my tits, baby."

   My hands were under her leotard, rubbing her tits.  Her nipples were
like bullets against my palms and she was panting.  On the screen, she took
one of Frank's hands and pulled it down over her belly to her crotch.  My
hand followed.  On the screen, she pressed Frank's hand against her and his
middle finger slid under her leotard and into her slit.  Again my hand
followed.

   "Oh, yes!" she gasped.  "Fingerfuck me, Frank!"

   She began riding up and down on his finger, moaning loudly.  My finger
was sliding in and out of her wet cunt.  Suddenly, the tape ended and began
automatically rewinding.  She reached back and began rubbing my suddenly
renewed hardon.

   "This is where you came in," she said.  "While Bobby was looking for
another tape."

   "So you were about to fuck him, weren't you?" I asked.

   "Shh!" she hissed.

   She reached down and pushed my finger farther into her and began humping
up and down against my hand.

   "Yes, baby!" she moaned.  "Fingerfuck me, Frank!"

   Of course, I did what she told me to, even if she was calling me Frank
again.  I'm sure no one can figure out what happened next.  I sure
couldn't.