A Video of Her Husband Masturbating

Even though it's Brad's turn, Cheryl thought, smiling, he'll realize it was completely worth it to let me set up tomorrow's date night.

***

"So what do you think?" Zoe asked.

Cheryl was stunned speechless.

They were in the Z and E editing room, a closet-like space that had been converted from what must've been a storage room, Cheryl thought upon entering it to view the video with Zoe. There was a short table with a couple of computers, some mixing consoles, and other assorted electronic gear enabling professional post-production audio and video work.

"Cheryl? Is it okay?" Zoe asked nervously.

Cheryl brought herself back to Zoe's question.

"Oh, sorry, Zoe! Are you kidding? Is it okay? It's just amazing!"

Zoe exhaled in relief. "We thought so. Ethan and I both think it's the absolute sexiest boudoir video we've ever done."

"Well, I've not seen any of your other private-video work," Cheryl began before catching herself. "Except for one. You know, Laura's."

"Really good, too, but different," Zoe replied. "The spontaneous nature of that one meant it couldn't have the post-production values that yours does."

They both smiled.

"But, Zoe . . . I mean, wow! The lighting, my make-up, the framing, the audio — whatever you guys did to make me look like that and to make the video come out so . . . so-"

"Sexy, incredibly erotic, and instantly dick-hardening for the man it was created for?" Zoe said, interrupting with praise both artistic and blunt for the job Cheryl had done.

She blushed.

"Don't be so modest, Cheryl. This is just absolutely fantastic stuff. I should know — I've seen, what? Maybe twenty or thirty videos that wives and girlfriends have done for their men, and not one of them has been as hot as yours. Your husband is one very, very lucky man!"

"Thanks," Cheryl mumbled, still blushing.

"And I'll tell you something else," Zoe continued, leaning closer to Cheryl as the two of them sat before the video screen where Cheryl's video had just concluded. "Don't ever let anyone else EVER see this, or you're going to be badgered by every porn producer in the business."

"Oh, no!" Cheryl exclaimed. "This is just for Brad!"

"I know," Zoe said, fiddling with one of the controls in order to bring the video back to the screen at a spot just before the end. "It is such a fantastic present for your man, and the love you two have is so evident in what you say, how you say it, just everything about the way you present yourself for his pleasure."

Cheryl's eyes were drawn immediately to the image on the computer: her, leaning forward into the camera, naked, flushed, and blowing a kiss into the camera.

"So let me ask you," Zoe said, turning in her seat to face Cheryl. "Do you want me to put anything here at the end of the video? You know, after the fade to black? We could add a statement, a tag line, anything you want."

Cheryl's brow wrinkled. It wasn't something she'd ever thought about.

"I don't know. Like what?"

Zoe smiled. "Don't ever tell anyone I shared this, but I put something at the end of one of my videos for my husband that he seemed to like."

"What?" Cheryl asked eagerly.

"It was a still shot from the video, but I framed it down to fill only about a quarter of the screen. The rest of the screen was black with white lettering."

Zoe swiveled back toward the screen and started the video, which quickly faded to black from the image of Cheryl blowing her kiss to the camera. "Right here," Zoe said, pausing the video to indicate the time for the appearance of a message, if that's what Cheryl decided to do, "right here is where we could fade in the picture and the words."

Zoe brought up a still shot from the video and moved it into position, clearly prepared to show this option to Cheryl. "I've chosen one of the most arousing images of you from the video, Cheryl, but it was a very, very tough choice — I could've closed my eyes and picked just about any place in the video to pull a still from, and it would've worked beautifully."

More praise, and Cheryl again felt her cheeks flush a little.

"So just imagine this at the end of the video," Zoe said, gesturing toward the computer screen, but you could add whatever wording you wanted right here." Zoe waved her hand at the bottom half of the monitor screen.

"What did you say that your husband seemed to like so much?" Cheryl asked.

"I won't say how I worded it," Zoe answered, "but I will say it was a promise to have him do whatever new, naughty thing he wanted to try but had been worried about asking for," She grinned broadly at Cheryl. "I had no idea what might be lurking in his sexual brain, but I can tell you it surprised and delighted me when we tried it."

Cheryl was intrigued. God, I'd love to know what that was! she thought, but she was respectful enough not to ask.

"So, kind of like an invitation?" Cheryl asked.

"Good way to put it," Zoe answered, grinning. "Yeah, an invitation to trust me enough to have him play with me in some way he'd been fantasizing about but hadn't yet done."

Cheryl liked it.

"And let's just say I was pretty inventive in my wording."

Zoe let the implication speak for itself. "I mean, what can a woman say in text at the end of a really explicit video in which she's said all kinds of erotic dirty talk that wouldn't be in character for the video?"

Cheryl was becoming convinced. She knew Brad's turn-ons, but he surely must have one or two he hadn't yet shared. What could they be? Or maybe he'd shared something already that they hadn't done?

Cheryl began running through a list in her head: BDSM? Public sex? Bondage?

"Okay, Zoe, let's do it!"

"I thought you'd like the idea," Zoe said, moving her hands back to the controls. "Is this shot okay as the still?"

It was Cheryl splayed open on the chair at the spot in the video when she had purposefully slid forward in a certain way to expose her pussy and her asshole completely.

"Well, I know Brad will like that picture," she said, running her hands through her hair nervously.

It was still difficult to have these kinds of conversations with anyone but Brad!

"Good. Then let me work through things to put this together while you think of the wording you want."

"Umm, Zoe, it'll be easier for me if I can go sit in the lobby or something, okay? I know I'll be distracted by what's on the screen and what you're doing if I try to think about this while I'm sitting here."

"Oh, sure. Absolutely. I should've suggested that," Zoe said quickly. "Please forgive me, Cheryl — you have to realize that because Ethan and I work with these kinds of videos all the time, we sometimes have to be reminded about how tough it can be for a client to make these videos."

Cheryl smiled at Zoe. "No — don't apologize. You and Ethan have been fantastic! It's just that I need to be alone to think about this."

"Why don't you go to the dressing room — no one's here this morning, and it'll be quieter than the lobby."

"That'd be perfect," Cheryl said, rising from her seat. "Just give me maybe ten minutes, okay?"

"That works," said Zoe, already immersed in her task at the console.

Sitting at the make-up table, Cheryl looked at her reflection, wondering about herself, about the video she'd made, about Brad. What did she want to say to him at the end of the video?

She began again with her mental list of things they hadn't done.

Ten minutes later she was back in the editing room, and Zoe had dropped in the text:

"The video I just took of my handsome husband masturbating is going to be my favorite video of all time . . . until I get one of my handsome husband sliding his gorgeous cock into my eager, lubed asshole. I love you, baby!"

It had embarrassed her to write it down for Zoe, but Zoe's reaction was only a small smile and the words, "He'll love this!" before she added the text to the video.

Brad's tongue always felt divine back there, and he had asked about anal sex. She just hadn't been ready.

Now she was.

"Maybe you can give Brad a hint," Zoe said when she'd finished the video, saved it to a Z and E jump drive and given it to Cheryl. "Please don't take this as a blatant pitch for more business, but you might let Brad know that his special video required professional production. If he's interested in taking you up on your offer . . ."

Zoe's voice trailed off.

Cheryl felt a rush of blood to her crotch, an instantaneous launch of moistness inside her pussy.

She was picturing Brad's cock poised at the entrance of her asshole, his naked body fully visible in the video, and then a close-up of the shaft of his erect penis as it slowly slid inside her.

A video of her losing her anal cherry to her gorgeous man. How would she prepare for that? How would Brad? What could they do to ensure it was a successful, erotic, totally pleasurable experience?

Maybe they could play with toys until Cheryl was used to, and eager for, a satisfying dildo fuck in the ass as Brad fingered her pussy with one hand while he worked the dildo in and out of her asshole with the other.

When they worked up to a dildo the same size as his cock, she'd be ready . . .

Cheryl shook herself from her daydream, her eyes refocusing on Zoe.

"That sounds very interesting," she said smiling, eager to leave with the video. "Zoe, you and Ethan did a fantastic job. This," and she held up the jump drive, "is worth every penny and more. I know Brad will love it."

They left the editing room and walked to the lobby, where Cheryl paid the receptionist the balance due, slid her credit card back into her purse, and then turned to extend her hand to Zoe.

"Please express my thanks to Ethan," she said, shaking Zoe's hand. "This has been an experience I know I never would have been able to go through with if not for your professionalism and talent. The final product is something Brad and I will cherish, I know."

"We're glad you're happy," Zoe said, smiling. "Ethan would tell you himself if he were here and not out on a shoot."

The drive home was something Cheryl's subconscious handled completely as her conscious mind mulled through all the details of screening her video for Brad, the recording she'd make of him watching the video, the look on his face when she started the video and he realized it was her as the sexy starlet . . . what it would feel like to have his hard cock sliding into her asshole . . .

***

"No, baby — I want to be in charge of date night tonight," Cheryl said in response to Brad's objection. They were munching chips to go with sandwiches she had made for lunch.

"But I found something I know you're going to like," he said, smiling broadly. "It's something you haven't seen, and it has that guy you like — you know, the one you say has a really cute butt to go with his big cock."

He looked at her with an impish grin as he squirted more mustard on his sandwich.

Cheryl knew just the guy, and it was a tempting offer: her husband next to her, stroking her clit and ramping up her fantasies with his dirty talk as they watched a video she hadn't yet seen of gorgeous/hot Dylan, maybe something that displayed his tight, rounded butt as he walked away from the camera (that always did it for her — those dimples in his asscheeks, his firm muscles flexing; if the shot managed a glimpse every now and then of his plump penis because he turned around to smile at the camera — oh, holy shit! that just drove her crazy).

"You can play it next time, right?" she asked hopefully.

"Well, sure — it'll be there next week, I guess. But I was all charged up knowing you were going to get really wet watching it, and I can't wait to tease you with all kinds of nasty comments about what you'd do to the guy. Baby, your pussy will be so wet, and I love to slide my fingers inside you when you're dripping."

Brad laid his sandwich down, rose from his seat, and walked around their kitchen table to stand behind Cheryl in her chair. He leaned down over her, cupping her breasts through her top and bra, and whispered in her ear.

"But I know you want to see him," he said softly, moving one thumb and forefinger up to search for her nipple through the material covering her breast. "I know you like to see him naked, like to see his butt and his cock, like to watch as some chick takes him down her throat. I know all that, and it's okay — I like it when you get hot, and I l-o-o-o-o-ve to be there to get you even hotter, to roll your clit underneath my fingers, to pinch your nipples when you watch what's only a fantasy guy do stuff that I know I'm gonna do to you."

Cheryl closed her eyes, her own sandwich having dropped to her plate, her hands now gripping the edge of the table.

You are so good at talking sexy to me! she thought before her mind drifted to visuals of the fantasy he was painting for her.

"The chick he's with in the video tells him to do a strip tease for her," Brad said, having now found the small protrusion starting to point up through the material of Cheryl's top and the stretchy bra she was wearing underneath. "You'll get to see him strip, baby, looking at the camera and smiling, talking about how he can't wait to fuck the woman."

Brad's fingers and hands felt so-o-o-o-o-o good on her!

"But the chick tells him to stop when he has nothing on but his briefs, Cheryl. She tells him to stop because she wants to slide his briefs off him while she's on her knees in front of him, watching as his big, hard cock comes into view in front of her face."

"Brad . . . oh, baby, umm . . . ahhhh-"

"Yeah," he rumbled softly into Cheryl's ear, "I knew you'd like it. It's why I made plans to have it ready for us to watch tonight, baby."

Cheryl's pussy was moistening.

Seeing that hot action on their TV screen while Brad fingered her, snuggled next to her, rolling and tugging a nipple between the fingers of his other hand.

Jesus! Cheryl thought. I'll be so wet, so horny. He'll make me come, I know it!

"But you what, baby?" Brad continued, his grip now firm on the nipple that had hardened completely and pushed outward to demand even more attention. "There's gonna be a point when I'll slide two fingers inside your wet pussy while you watch the chick take that guy's cock, lick the head as she looks up into his eyes, and slides him into her mouth. I'll find that spot inside your pussy when you're watching that, and I'll make you come hard."

Cheryl knew with absolute certainty that he would.

"No, baby," she said, squirming away from him and scooting her chair back from the table and around to the side. She motioned for him to straddle her on the chair. He settled comfortably into place, and she leaned up to kiss him.

"I definitely want to see that, to feel you doing that, and to come hard for you, though," Cheryl said, breaking the kiss. "You've gotten me wet just talking about it." She kissed him again.

Brad looked into her eyes after the kiss. "I like it when you're wet."

Damn! He was making this difficult.

"But what I've got to show you is a chick you haven't seen before, and she's doing things that will absolutely blow your mind."

"But she couldn't possibly be as hot as you, as wet as you'll be when you watch this guy in the video I found while I play with you, stroke your clit. You will be so hot I may burn my fingers."

"Then I'd have to kiss them and make them all better, wouldn't I?"

"Good. Then it's settled. We'll watch your video next week," he answered, starting to rise from his position on her lap.

"I don't know," Cheryl said, tingling at the thought of what she was saying. "She'll be hotter to you than that guy is to me."

"Whoa!" Brad said, dropping back into place astride her. "I know how hot that guy makes you, and you're saying this video chick you found is going to make me hotter than that?"

Cheryl smiled sweetly.

"I guarantee it, babe."

"Then I'm in," he said, taking her head in his hands and looking into her eyes. "And I love you so much!"

He kissed her deeply, and Cheryl's lips melted against his as the butterflies in her tummy started fluttering their insistent wings: Cheryl knew what she was about say next.

Releasing her from the kiss, he looked at her face, his gaze roaming across her face as he looked at her. "Must be some kind of special chick in that video."

"That's for sure," Cheryl purred, "but I have something else special planned just because she is so hot and what she does in that video is guaranteed to blow your mind."

His quizzical expression turned her on.

"I want to use our camcorder to video record you watching the video."

His reaction indicated he wasn't processing her statement.

Cheryl waited.

Two seconds later Brad's expression changed, and Cheryl seized the moment.

"Yeah, babe, that's exactly right. I want to make a video of you masturbating."

Still silent, he looked at her.

Oh, my god, Brad — your gorgeous brown eyes just do it to me, she thought, looking into his gaze.

"You mean that, um, that-" he stammered before Cheryl interrupted, placing a finger on his lips.

"Yes, I want you to be MY video stud, and watching a video of you masturbating is going to be way sexier for me than watching what's-his-name in the video you found."

"But you can watch me stroke my cock for you anytime," Brad said, grinning. "Like, right now, what you're telling me about this video you've found and the effect it'll have on me-" he playfully moved a hand to his zipper "-means I really need to get more comfortable than having my hard-on trapped in my pants, Cheryl." He brought both hands to the top of the zipper. "If you want to see me masturbate for you, I'd be more than willing-"

Cheryl grabbed his wrist. "Not now, though I would love to see you strip right here in front of me and play with your pretty cock."

"But would you stop me before I slid down my underwear so you could do it instead? So you could watch when my cock pops out for you?"

He grinned.

"Like in the video I found?"

"You are so bad!" Cheryl replied. "I think you're getting hard just because you can't wait to see me getting horny."

They looked at each other, grinning.

"Guess we're both seeing the other get horny right now, huh?" Brad said, voicing the thought going through both of their minds.

Laughing together, Brad rose and stood in front of Cheryl, pulling her to her feet in the process and hugging her tight.

Nestled close in his embrace, she whispered. "But what about the next time you're out of town on a business trip? That last one had you gone for a whole week! I need a nice video of my handsome, naked husband stroking his cock for me to keep me company, don't you think?"

"God, I love you!" he whispered back.

"And this video I found, Brad — I guarantee you it will FORCE you to masturbate. I want that on video. I want you as my personal porn stud jacking his stiff dick, desperate to come. You know it turns me on so much when you jerk off for me. I adore seeing you do it, watching how you do it, hearing your moans, seeing you spurt. I just want it on video for my personal viewing. It'll be a wonderful addition to my own masturbation sessions when you're away."

"You win," he said. "Tonight you can queue up your video, set up the camcorder, and I'll give you a nice show watching this chick you say is going to get me rock hard."

***

Cheryl was as nervous as the date with Brad when she knew they'd make love for the first time. That had been so wonderful, so erotic, and so nerve-wracking all at the same time.

Now, years later, married and even more in love with him, this date night was like getting all that newness and excitement and nervousness back.

Will he really like my video?

Will the video I get of him watching me really turn me on? (Though imagining it wouldn't seemed impossible.)