22 comments/ 68053 views/ 28 favorites Spring Break '06 By: boboz My name is Arthur - never Art, or Artie... just Arthur. My wife, Joy, and I teach at the same local college. Economics is my game, and I am probably in the minority but I think it's an exciting field, especially if you are as in love with numbers as I am. Joy teaches history, ancient history to be exact. As you would of guessed we are not two of the most exciting people in the world. The biggest celebration we had recently was when Joy made tenure. Now that was a party. We are both in our early fifties now, and we both keep in pretty good shape. Joy is a swimmer. She hits the pool on campus every morning. It's kind of like her little ritual. Plus everyone needs some alone time, and I am happy to say that it has kept her looking pretty fantastic for her age. Her blond hair has gone what I think is a very distinguished shade of silver. Please, just don't let her know that I used the word "distinguished". Her arms and shoulders are her best features if you ask me. Although she seems to really like her ass. Who am I to argue with a woman that likes her ass? We got married when we were twenty-two, and although we talked about kids we could never quite fit it in to our lives. Our marriage hit a rough patch around the time she was going for tenure. That, combined with her getting ready to turn fifty really stressed her out. It seemed like nothing I did could please her and just pissed her off more. Finally Joy went to stay with her best friend Janel for a few weeks that spring. That was really a shitty time for me. I missed her terribly, but I knew she needed a break to clear her head. After spring break that year she showed up one day with her bags in her hands and tears in her eyes. She had missed me too much as well. We did a little counseling just to make sure things were getting better. I can honestly say the three years after that have been nearly perfect. Nearly. Our anniversary was coming up so I decided to have her downstairs office redone for a present. I had picked out a very nice (expensive!) oak desk and a new leather chair. I kept the plans a secret. Obviously I was going to tell her before the work started - you can't have construction going on in your basement and NOT have your wife notice. I was going to take some pictures for a before and after presentation that I was going to give her at our anniversary dinner the next weekend to make sure she approved. I have pretty good taste so I thought (hoped) she would like it. She was out one morning and I thought that would be a good time to do the "before" pictures with my digital camera. I was clicking away, trying to get as many different angles as I could when I accidentally bumped into a stack of my wife's opera CDs, sending them tumbling to the floor. Now I hate opera, which my wife knows all too well, but she loves it so I made sure I stacked them nice and neat where they had been. One of the cases had popped open and the CD had fallen out. I picked it up by the edges and started to put it back in the case when I noticed that the case already had a CD in it. It had been put back in the case the wrong way, the face being down and the side that the laser scans facing up. Thinking my wife had put it in backwards I popped it out and turned it over. It wasn't an opera CD. Written in marker on the front was: SRING BREAK '06. At first I thought it was some sort of dumb, teenager movie. What would she be doing with a dumbass sex romp movie? I asked myself. She hates those. I whirled around and stuck the DVD in the player. What I saw confused me even more. The picture was real shaky at first, and out of focus. I could hear loud music in the background and what sounded like teenagers yelling at each other. "This is fucking awesome!" Someone yelled, obviously drunk. "Dickhead... you don't know what the fuck you're doing. Give me that fucking thing, you fucking idiot." By the amount of swearing I could tell they weren't the brightest bunch. The camera got even more shaky as it was apparently passed from one person to the next. The new "cameraman" knew what he was doing though, as the picture came into perfect focus and stopped shaking so badly. It was worse than trying to watch the last 'Bourne' movie. "See, right there is the focus... and right there is the image stabilization. You're going to make everyone sick the way you were doing it." Glad to hear this kid knew his stuff. I still couldn't figure out what this was all about or why my wife had it. Not only had it but had hidden it away. I was just about to continue watching when I heard the garage door opening. Shit! I had lost track of time. I quickly ejected the disk and put it back in the case. Oops! I put it back face up instead of face down like it was. Now I was panicking as I popped it out again, dropped it on the floor, flipped it over and then stuck the real opera CD back over it. I had no clue where in the stack it had been and hopped my wife didn't either. I stuffed it somewhere in the middle and then got the hell out of there. My heart was actually racing and I had no idea why. I was in my own basement in my own house. Still... I went upstairs, acting naturally of course, and found my wife in the kitchen. Sacks of groceries lined the counter. "Need help?" I offered. "Thanks, hon. You wouldn't believe how crowded it was at the store. Must be payday or something." "Or something," I said as I started stacking the canned goods in the pantry. "Have you decided where you want to go for dinner next weekend?" "Next weekend?" Her thoughts a thousand miles away. "Yeah, next weekend. You know... a little something called our anniversary." She stopped what she was doing, turned to me and started laughing. "Sorry! I don't know where my head is today. Of course I know it's our anniversary. That is always on my mind." I gave her a fake pouty look and she came over and wrapped her arms around me, giving me a quick kiss. She had to stretch because I'm nearly a head taller. My hands slowly slid down her back and around the tight little curves of her ass cheeks. Her jeans seemed to be molded around her backside. She gave me another quick kiss, then slapped me in the chest. "Time for that is later. Time for fixing dinner is now." She went back to work, leaving me with a considerable erection that didn't seem to be going away anytime soon. I was about asleep that night when it occurred to me why the DVD had struck a nerve. Spring Break of that year was when Joy moved out for a few weeks. Now that I thought about it she did seem quite tan when she moved back in. A million different ideas raced through my head. I had to see the rest of what was on that DVD. I knew I wouldn't get anymore sleep that night so I slowly extracted myself from bed and crept downstairs to the basement. I pulled out the DVD and started watching. I fast forwarded past all the jiggly-cam work. When it got better I stopped. I watched for a few minutes but couldn't stand the inane chatter. The camera pulled back, showing several people so I stopped and watched. It appeared to be in some nice beach house. Where, I couldn't tell you. In the picture were several guys and several girls. "And everyone in Ann Arbor Michigan can suck my giant white dick, because we are in Cancun for spring break!!" One of them yelled. He was a tall, all American looking kid. Everyone in the room started whooping it up and hollering. Yep, it sounded exactly like the type to go to Michigan. "Well let's see that giant white dick!" One of the girls yelled out. The guy acted like he was going to pull his shorts off, but then waved his finger at the camera. "What? You think I'm going to show this big bastard for free?" "Mark, you are such a pussy!" Someone else out of camera range yelled. A cute blond girl stumbled into the frame. She looked hammered. "Been there, done that," she slurred. "And let me tell you, that white boy ain't lying." Her parents would of been so proud. Mark merely crossed his arms and started bobbing his head. "I told ya'll! I told ya'll what I'm packin'. Chloe knows... don'tcha Chloe?" "Oh yeah," the hammered girl agreed. Why on earth did my wife have this stupid video? There was a noise upstairs. As if on cue the basement door opened up. I froze like a deer in the headlights. "Honey?" My wife called out. My mouth was dry with panic again. "Yeah?" I croaked. "What's going on?" "Just couldn't sleep. Thought I would get a jump on the day." "It's three-thirty in the morning. It's not even day yet. Come back to bed." Dammit! "Alright. Be up in a sec." I told her. It seemed like the gods and my wife were conspiring to keep me from watching this DVD. I hit the eject button. I made sure everything was back in order before heading back up. I was able to eventually fall asleep that night. Eventually. The next day at work I literally slapped my forehead during another particularly boring meeting. Of course! Just download the damn thing onto my computer. I slipped out of work early that day and raced home. I knew my wife wouldn't get home until late afternoon so I had plenty of time to download it. Why was I so obsessed with this? Just ask my wife. There had to be a very simple explanation for her having it and hiding it, right? Hiding it? Yes. I would have to say that it was hidden. Placed under a CD that I would never think about picking up and watching. She did hide it! I had to see the rest of it. I copied the DVD to my computer's hard drive. As my wife uses my computer once in a while I then copied it to another disk and erased it from my computer. I marked it FOOTBALL, knowing that she would have no interest in it at all. I could now watch it at my leisure, which I did. And what I saw... I still don't know what to do. I finally got a chance to watch the DVD the next day. My wife was doing her Saturday morning activities which usually took half a day, so I knew I would have several free hours to view it. After she left that morning I practically ran down to the basement office and started the DVD. I fast forwarded again to where the blond Chloe was talking about her tryst with Mark the wonder penis. There was just more annoying drunk frat talk and sexual conquest boasting. Ho-hum. Luckily the good cameraman stayed on the job. I did catch everyone's names though. In addition to Mark and drunk Chloe there was Vic, a beefy kid who hasn't missed too many Big Macs. Lisa, a cute as a button red head. Nomi, a tiny Asian girl, and Brent, a tall black guy. Our cameraman's name was Warren. Mark apparently was the "stud" of the group. The DVD stopped when someone (Warren probably) stopped recording. It was blank for a second, the our adventure continued. It must of been the next day because they were outside at the beach. Chloe had sobered up and was a lot more coherent. She had the tiniest bikini covering what I had to admit was a fantastic body. Lisa, the red head, was a little more curvy, and Nomi's breasts looked almost non-existent. There was a lot of starting and stopping of the recording at random intervals. Alcohol was always present though. There was a ton of stupid chatter that comes with a group of drunken friends. "Hey, don't get my fucking camera wet!" "Fuck you. I'm running this show." "That thing cost my parents a fortune." "You spoiled dickhead." From what I gathered the camera belonged to Mark. Spoiled toys for spoiled boys. "Here, check it out, check it out... over there." I heard Mark say. The camera swung around wildly. "Where? Where?" "We've got prime milf down by the water,"; Mark announced. The picture zoomed in on a pair of older women walking along the beach. There was no mistaking it. It was my wife's friend Janel in a blue one piece. She was more buxom than my wife, who happened to be walking right next to her. "Pretty fucking good, huh?" "Fuck yeah," Brent said. "Goddamn, the brunette has some big ass tits too." "Yeah, but the smaller one next to her is making my tent pole rise," Mark said. My wife did look pretty damn good in her bright yellow bikini. I had a brief swell of pride as these guys nearly thirty years her junior were entranced by her. "I'm going to go chat them up." Mark walked away from his group and made his way through the crowd down to Janel and Joy. I couldn't hear what he was saying, but the two older women were talking with him. He was making wild gestures with his hands. The two women seemed to be laughing. Then my wife raised her arm and started flexing her bicep for Mark. The young college kid then reached over and started squeezing it, testing how hard it was. I could easily read his lips as he mouthed 'Pretty fucking awesome' after that. He pointed up towards the rest of his friends. Joy and Janel just kind of looked at each other as if trying to decide what to do. Finally they nodded and started following Mark "Oh shit! He fucking did it. Here they come," Warren told the others. "Like I told you last night, that mutherfucker is smooth." This from Chloe. When the three finally arrived Mark introduced my wife and Janel to everyone. "Wow," Joy said, "you guys came a long way I hear. And all in the same car?" "Yeah, it was tight in that van. We had to grease each other up before sliding in." My wife laughed at that. Mark held up two beers. "Here you go ladies, as promised." The women accepted the bottles and took a long pull on them. "Thanks. It is hot out here," Janel said. "Yeah, thanks for sharing," Joy added. "Where are you two lovelies from?" Mark asked. "The Midwest, like you. Illinois." Joy went on to inform them that she worked at a college and decided to do as college kids do for a change and head south for spring break. No mention of our troubles at home at the time though. Those beers were quickly downed and as quickly replaced with two more. They just kind of shot the breeze for a while. Finally the older women informed the kids that they had to take off. The guys tried to convince them to stay, but they had other plans. "Well what are you two doing tonight? You can swing by our house later. It has a hot tub, jacuzzi, and an open bar! It's nothing special, but we call it dump." My wife burst out laughing at Mark's joke. Yeah, he was smooth. "Nice of you to offer, but I'm afraid we would be a drag on your party." "Fuck - I mean hell no. What were you saying earlier about doing as college kids do? This is what college kids do! C'mon." All the others chimed in, begging the women to come over. Laughing, Janel held out her hands to make them stop. "Okay, okay! We will try to make it." "Try really, really hard," Mark said. "Besides, Professor Moore here can tutor me on ancient history." "Okay, just as long as you don't call me professor. There are no professors on spring break. Call me Joy." "Deal," Brent said. "I tell ya... ain't no professors look like you where I come from." This from Vic. Nice touch. My wife seemed to blush a little. Either that or too much sun. "Where is your place?" Janel asked. Warren swung the camera around and got a good shot of a very nice beach house perched right above them. "Isn't it awesome?" Nomi put in. "It belongs to Mark's parents" "Well, time share actually," Mark clarified. While these conversations were going on Warren had been surreptitiously panning the camera up and down Janel and my wife's bodies. Wow. She did look incredible. The kids had good taste. Wait! These little bastards were eyeing my wife on a beach during spring break while I had been at home pacing the floor during all hours of the night, upset from our fight. Finally Janel and Joy left down the beach. Warren didn't miss the opportunity to zoom in on my wife's ass. "Man, look at this." Warren handed the camera to Mark. "Fuck me!" Mark exclaimed. "I don't know how old the little one is, but that's the ass of a twenty-six year old for sure." "Fuck yeah it is," Brent agreed. "I hope mine stays tight like that," Chloe added. The picture went dark again. When it came back up everyone was back in the beach house, sitting around sucking down bottles of bud. Warren was behind the camera again. "You think they'll show?" Brent just shrugged. Mark gave the camera a big thumbs up. "Yeah, they'll show. I'll put my money on it. They'll show, and then I'll show." "Would you put your dick on it?" Everyone howled at this. "I always put my dick on everything... eventually." The taping stops. When it comes back on it is noticeably darker out. All the kids have changed. Well, if you call putting on different color t-shirts really changing. There was the sound of the doorbell in the background "That's them. I'll bet anything it's them. Mark rushed to the door and looked through the peephole. He turned to the camera, smiled a big toothy smile, and did his thumbs up again. He pulled the door open, allowing Joy and Janel to enter. "Oh, the camera again. You guys love that thing, don't you?" Janel said when she walked into the living room. Both women looked pretty damn good. They both had tans and were wearing some kind of tropical looking skirts. Janel had a tight t-shirt on that did nothing to hide her assets. In fact I wondered if she wore such a tight shirt because of where they were going that night. My wife couldn't match Janel in the cleavage department, so her tank didn't seem to flaunt as much. Warren gave the women a "tour" of what was a very nice beach house. Somewhere along the way they had been handed a couple of beers and seemed to be enjoying themselves. Every so often the filming would stop, then start up again. I didn't know what was happening during those moments the camera was off. I couldn't decide if it was worse knowing or not knowing. Reality is one thing; imagination will kick you in the ass every time. The clock on the bottom of the screen said it was 10:45, which is usually the time my wife goes to bed. I don't know how much she drank, but she definitely didn't look tired. Then Chloe said: "Hey! Let's play truth or dare." Everyone thought this was a great idea. "As long as it's X-rated," my wife said. Everyone burst out laughing at this. "Well, well, well... looks like we've got a perv in our midst," Mark joked. "So much the better." "Hey, it's spring break after all!" Joy shouted. More hoots and howls. Mark started off (of course). He chose my wife (again, of course). "Okay, Joy, we'll go with the easiest. Last time you had sex?" Joy was doing the mental calculations in her head. "I would say about six weeks ago." "Holy crap, Joy! That long?" Janel asked. "Really." My wife asserted. It was my wife's turn now. "Okay, Mark, let's turn the tables... When was the last time you had sex?" Mark did the mental calculation thing my wife had."I would say about eight hours ago. Chloe, what time did we do it today?" "About two o'clock. Then two-thirty... then three..." Again more laughter. "Mark, I'm impressed," Joy said. "You want to be impressed wait until you see it!" Chloe said back. My wife blushed when Mark made a face unzipping motion. "I believe you!" Joy said, putting her hands over her eyes. "Okay, back to the game. Nomi, last time you blew someone?" The conversation was getting more crude. "Three days. You should know, Mark, it was your dick I was sucking." Each question became more explicit than the last, as did the answers. They seemed to be trying to out do each other. Joy and Janel were staying right with them. Vic pulled out a joint and lit it up. "Now this is going good!" He held it to my wife. "I dare you to take a hit. She wasn't too enthusiastic. "How about a truth?" Joy pleaded. Vic thought for a moment. "Okay, truth. Do you want to see Mark's dick?" "Gimme that joint," She said. This totally tore the crowd up. Vic handed it over. Joy asked how to do it. Vic gave her a demonstration and soon my wife was sucking on the joint like a pro. "Wow... makes your head spin." She looked over to Janel. "Janel, truth or dare. Do you want to see Mark's dick?" It was Janel's turn to be embarrassed. She held her hand out for the joint. Both older women were now toking back and forth. Spring Break '06 "Someone ask me if I want to see Mark's dick!" Chloe yelled, getting into the spirit. "We all know you want to see it. And you're the only that gets to feel it." Lisa yelled back. "Okay, time to get serious here," Mark announced. "Lisa, flash us." "What's my truth?" "No truth. Just a dare." Lisa hesitated for a second, then simply pulled her shirt up. It was quick and she was wearing a bra, but her breasts looked very perky. Everyone started booing. "Hey, you didn't say no bra!" Lisa laughed. "Okay, Brent, flash us. But pull down your shorts and your underwear." Without hesitation Brent jumped up, turned his back, and dropped his shorts, mooning the group before pulling his shorts back up. "You didn't say flash the front!" "Joy, flash that fantastic ass of yours," Warren suggested from behind the camera. "No, I don't do the flashy thing. I have a no nudity clause in my contract." This broke the crowd up. "Well, you have to do something! I know, kiss Nomi." Nomi seemed to perk up at this suggestion. My wife wasn't so sure. "Oh c'mon... girls kiss girls all the time. Not like we're asking you to go down on her or anything." Joy blushed heavily once again. In response to the dare though she slowly got up and crossed the room to where Nomi was sitting. Nomi stood up to meet her halfway. Trying to stifle her giggles my wife leaned forward and planted a quick peck on Nomi's lips. Everyone started booing again, including Janel. "That's not a kiss!" Someone yelled. "I kiss my mom longer than that!" Warren joked. "So have I." Warren turned the camera to a smiling Mark. "Hey! Don't be talkin' about my momma! That woman is a saint." "Yeah, I know she's a saint. She had me calling out for god." "Nomi, show the prof how to do it." Nomi put her small hands on my wife's face, bent forward, and gave her what had to have been the sexiest kiss I have ever seen. The young Asian coed ran her tongue across Joy's lips, nibbling lightly at her bottom lip before pressing both sets of lips together. My wife was shy in responding, but I think the sensuousness of it got to her and their tongues were soon intertwined together. When they parted my wife looked like her breath had been taken away. I saw her mouth the word 'wow' before returning to her seat. Kind of stumbled to her seat actually. "Nomi, how was it?" Mark asked. Nomi just licked her lips. "Mmmm... she is soooo fucking hot." Someone dared Janel to flash. No bra, and facing the crowd. They were getting smart. Caught up in the excitement Janel pulled up her tight t-shirt and bra in one fluid motion. The guys went nuts when they saw her pendulous breasts. Playing to the crowd Janel wiggled back and forth, making the two soft globes swing back and forth. "Oh my god! I've seen heaven!" One of the guys yelled. "Both of them!" Janel pulled her top back down, more slowly then she had pulled it up it seemed like. I think she was getting off on this. They did a few more flashing and mooning dares, but no more with my wife. I was a little surprised at myself that I seemed disappointed. The kiss with Nomi had my mind and dick reeling. They finally got around to Janel again. They dared her to give Brent a lap dance. Brent was the one who seemed to be entranced by Janel's breasts the most. He really liked the idea of the lap dance. They placed a hard backed chair in the center of the room and Brent took his place. Janel sauntered over to the young black man, circling him a few times. Janel seemed remarkably graceful and I wondered if she had had any dance training. Brent leaned back in the chair, inviting Janel to mount him, which she did with what I will admit was agonizing slowness. Her legs under her skirt straddled Brent's. Janel lowered herself down until she was seated on Brent's lap. Everyone started hooting and woofing loudly, egging Janel on. She seemed to thrive on this because she started to rise up and then lower herself down again, essentially dry humping the college kid. "Oh my god!" Brent blurted out. "Oh my fucking god! You are too sexy, Janel." "Damn that is hot." The camera never left the two of them as Janel put on quite a show. Brent's hands were at his sides when she started, but they were now on Janel's hips, finally finding a permanent home on her bouncy ass. "Mmmm..." Janel groaned when Brent squeezed her ass. The camera did a quick pan around the room. Everyone was staring silently, including my wife, who was watching intently, her eyes wide and never blinking. I couldn't tell if she was turned on or just stunned by the events. I think it was the former though. Janel was really getting into her lap dance. She was doing some hardcore grinding on the college kid now and he was thrusting his pelvis up to meet her. Brent then buried his face between Janel's ample breasts. She placed her hands on the back of his head and held him there. "Help her with that t-shirt, girls," Mark instructed. Chloe and Nomi walked over and slowly raised Janel's t-shirt up and over her head. Never slowing for a moment Brent started licking the exposed tops of the older woman's breasts. "Mmmm... so hot," Janel moaned. "You're tongue is so hot on my body." "Maybe we should be going," Joy said, seeming to come out of her trance. If Janel heard her she wasn't paying attention or just didn't care as she let Brent continue. The young black college guy then reached back, undid the bra snap, and then tossed the now useless garment aside. He pulled his hands up and started to give Janel's breasts a thorough kneading. His large hands not big enough for the bounty in front of him. He pinched her nipples which caused Janel to arch her back and moan loudly. "Now that's what I'm talking about!" Warren shouted. Brent leaned forward and took one of the erect nipples into his mouth, feverishly sucking and biting at it, almost trying to fit the whole tit into his mouth. He then reached down and pulled her skirt up and over her waist. Warren got a good shot of her ass encased in pink panties. "Pink panties! I love pink panties!" Brent's hands started caressing her ass, even snaking down under the band so he could grab Janel's pliant flesh. He was pushing his crotch higher and harder into Janel's spread legs. This kid could definitely multi-task. "Janel, I think this is going too far." My wife's voice was louder this time. She was standing up now, looking like she was going to pull the two performers apart any second. Just at that moment Mark sidled up next to Joy, placing his long arm around her shoulder. I was surprised when my wife let him keep his arm there. I was even more surprised when Mark leaned down to Joy and appeared to whisper something in her ear. I don't know what he said but it seemed to calm her down. Then she did something that totally blew me away. She put her arm around his waist and let him lead her away into another room. Where the hell did they go? Follow them, Warren! Janel and Brent were really sucking each other's tongues now. Janel pulled - tore is more like it - Brent's t-shirt off and started rubbing his chest. She seemed almost feverish as she kissed down his neck and over his chest. The camera panned down to his waist and I could see that Janel was rubbing his crotch through his shorts. She looked like she was trying to jerk the young guy off through the material. "Oh, fuck, baby. You want what I got, don't you?" Brent teased. His shorts were so loose that Janel was able to slip her hand down the waist band. "Goddamn!" was all that Brent could say. Apparently Janel found what she was looking for. "Where's Mark?" One of the girls asked. "He took the other one out back. Let's go find them." The camera 'walked' through the house, peering into different rooms. "Shhh... I hear someone," Warren said. Through a gap in one of the doors he was able to focus the camera into what looked like the laundry room. Joy was leaning against a counter, and Mark was standing close right in front of her. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but Joy giggled and looked away. Mark then took a step closer, caressing my wife's cheek, letting his fingers wander around her chin, pushing a few strands of her hair behind her ear. My wife wasn't giggling now. Mark leaned forward, attempting to kiss Joy. She hesitated, then met him halfway for a quick peck on the lips. He laughed, then moved forward again. This time the kiss wasn't a quick peck. Joy hesitated again, but then got more into it as the kiss became long and passionate. Her arms wrapped around Mark's neck, or the best she could do, considering that he was at least a foot taller. Effortlessly Mark put his hands around Joy and lifted her up onto the counter. Now they were almost face to face, or should I say tongue to tongue as Mark had half his down her throat. His hands were roaming all over her body now. Around her back... up and down her sides. He pushed her legs apart then stepped in between them. Joy shook her head, telling him no. Mark ignored her and put his hands on her ass and pulled crotch closer until their groins appeared to be rubbing against each other. My wife shut her eyes in what looked like ecstasy as Mark began to dry hump her. "Yep, she's feeling it now," Chloe (I think it was Chloe) whispered. "The guy is a sexual terminator. He never stops coming until he's completed the mission." Warren joked. Some joke. His "mission" apparently had been to fuck my wife. And the way things were going he seemed hell bent on accomplishing said mission. If I didn't know their clothes were still on I would think they were having sex just by the way Joy was pushing back against his crotch. Her legs then wrapped around his waist. Mark's hands were all over my wife's chest as he fondled her breasts. "Ohhh..." Joy moaned loud enough to be picked up by the camera when Mark pinched her nipples. The camera zoomed in for a tight shot and I could see that Joy's nipples were erect. She couldn't of been wearing a bra by the way they were sticking up. Mark bent down and started nuzzling and biting her nipples through the material. "Mmm... ohhh... yesss..." She moaned again. She put her hands on the back of Mark's head, pulling him tighter to her chest. His hands went down to her ass, lifting her off the counter with ease. Mark held her suspended for a moment, then set her down. Joy's legs were a bit unsteady when her feet touched the floor. Mark kissed her deeply once more. He grabbed her hand, leading her out of the laundry room. The picture jiggled wildly again as Warren ran away so not to be seen. Then the picture went dark. When it came back on we were in the living room once more. What I say stunned me. Brent was sitting down on the chair with his shorts down around his ankles. Janel was on her knees in front of him, staring at a very large and erect dick. She had it in one hand and was slowly jacking it up and down with her hand. "Is she going to suck it? Is she?" One of the girls shouted out. This seemed to bring Janel back to reality because she stopped jacking the black college kid and turned beet red. "Keep going... This is so fucking hot," Brent encourage. Janel slowly started yanking on his ebony rod again. He put his hand on the back of her head and slowly started pulling her face down to his hard on. "You've got to suck me... please!" Brent moaned. Janel looked around for a moment. "Go for it! Take that big cock!" The group egged her on. Janel tentatively started lapping at the swollen head. Her tongue dragging across the tip slowly, as if tasting. She got bolder as the girls cheered her. Finally Janel just put her entire mouth over the head. Sucking slow at first, then the more she did it I guess the more she enjoyed it. She began to stroke the shaft as she took him deeper into her mouth. This was unbelievable! My wife's best friend was on her knees giving a blow job - a very vigorous one at that too - to a black college kid at least thirty years her junior, while my wife was doing god knows what with a white college kid who was purported to have a really large dick. I felt sick and excited watching all this. What kind of perv did that make me!? As much as I enjoyed watching Janel suck the kid I really wanted Warren the cameraman to find my wife and Mark. The blow job had been going on for a while. "This is so fucking awesome!" Warren said. "You think that's wild come see this shit!" Vic guided Warren upstairs. They stopped in front of a door. I will never forget what I heard for the rest of my life. Through the door came the unbridled and passionate screams of a woman. Since all the other females in the house were accounted for it had to be coming from my wife. Vic and Warren were laughing. "Oh fuck! He's killing her in there!" "Yeah, probably stabbing her in the stomach with that fucking monster of his." They tried the door handle. Locked! "Oh that fucker." "Through here." The camera followed Vic as he went through a bedroom next door and then through a shared bathroom. I could see Warren's reflection in the bathroom mirror as he passed. I could hear my wife's wails of pleasure more clearly now. They quietly pushed the door open. If the moans were a sound I would never forget, then what I saw when they stuck the camera in the bedroom will forever be imprinted on my visual memory. Joy, my lovely wife of almost thirty years, was on her back on a king sized bed. Her legs spread wide. Spread wide to allow the 20 year old guy easier access with his tongue and fingers. Mark was sliding at least two fingers into my wife's pussy. His manipulations had Joy writhing side to side on the bed. Her small hands were twisted in the bedspread as she moaned, almost hysterical with passion. "Ohhhh gooooooddd... You're going to make - make me cummmm - again!" She screamed. This put a charge into Mark as he increased the tempo of his finger thrust. "Mmmmm... Gonna cummmm! Cummmm! Cum!!" Joy's crotch shot up off the bed as she pushed her pussy up to meet Mark's fingers. The camera zoomed in on Joy's pussy. It was shiny and slick looking with her juices. She must of been cumming buckets. I could even hear the squishing noises as Mark fucked her with his fingers faster and faster. He could barely keep his digits in her for more than a few thrusts as Joy was thrashing around so violently. Whether she didn't know the camera was there or just didn't care, Joy didn't react one way or the other as Warren moved in closer to get her face on tape. Her hair was soaked with perspiration. Her face was so red from the effort that it looked like a bad sunburn, or maybe it was sunburn. They had been at the beach all day. She was really sucking air as another orgasm rocked her tiny body. This one must of been massive because her back came off the bed, arching like a bow. "Goddamn! You are so wet," Mark said to her. He took the wet fingers and held them to my wife's mouth. She didn't hesitate in licking them. I had never seen her do THAT before! This kid had her eating out of his hand - literally. "Truth or dare... You want my cock, don't you?" Mark asked. Joy nodded. "Yes... Yes I do." "You want to suck it and then you want me to fuck you, don't you?" My wife nodded again. "Say it, please." "I want it." "Want what?" Mark was really teasing her now. My wife was going along. "I want your cock. To suck it in my mouth. Then I want you to fuck me with it." Joy was on a different level now. It had to of been the combination of weed and alcohol. Mark quickly dropped his shorts. All I could see was his ass as he moved up the bed towards Joy's face. The camera moved to the side so I could finally see what he was packing. "Oh my god!" Joy said when she saw his dick. That pretty much was my reaction as well. This kid was hung. Nine inches as least. The head really bulged out from the shaft, as though someone stuck an apple on the end of a bat. He held it at the base as he moved it closer to Joy's face. "Stick out your tongue." Out came the tongue. Mark started to rub the head all over her wet, pink tongue. Joy actually started lapping at it in a very similar way to what Janel had been doing when she was licking Brent's dick. I wondered briefly if they had exchanged oral techniques. Kneeling beside my wife's head Mark thrust his cock head into her mouth. He could only get a sideways angle so the head was making the opposite cheek bulge out whenever he pushed in. Joy then turned her head so she could increase the depth of her sucking. I had never seen her so ravenous for sex before. I didn't know how to react. My dick had not softened once while this was going on, but I was also nauseous. Joy started stroking Mark's shaft (just like Janel!) as she sucked him harder and harder. "Man, we've got Brent downstairs getting his dick sucked and you're up here getting you dick sucked," Warren said. "That's a lot of dick sucking!" "Brent's getting his sucked? Get his ass up here!" Mark ordered. The camera clicked off. Fuck! It seemed forever until it came back on again. Actually four seconds. When it did the action had changed considerably. Janel was now lying next to my wife on the bed. Brent was fucking her hard. I could hear the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh as he bounced up and down on Janel. She had her hands on his chest as though holding him up. Her moaning and panting filled the air. Mark had Joy up on all fours. He wasn't ramming her as hard as Brent was nailing Janel though. He seemed more interested in the slow approach. Joy was grunting every time Mark pushed that baseball bat of a dick into her, almost pushing her across the bed. "Oh god! Too big!" Joy shouted. "Slower... You're too damn big." Well now we knew why Mark was going so slow. "This is one fantastically tight pussy!" Mark laughed. He grabbed both of her wondrous ass cheeks as he slid in and out of my wife. Finally Joy couldn't keep herself upright any longer; collapsing down on her stomach. Mark basically had his way with her as she lay there. She would let out a piercing scream whenever he went too deep, which was often. "Here it comes!" Brent yelled out. The camera swung back to him as he pulled his dick out just as he erupted. His cum arched over Janel's head, hitting the headboard of the bed it was so strong. The next few shots landed across her face and all over her large tits. After exhausting his supply of semen Brent dropped his sweaty body down on top of Janel's sweaty body. They both lay there trying to catch their breath. "Fuck! That is one busted nut!" "I'm not going to waste mine like that." Mark said. Joy must of been wet enough to accommodate his size because he really picked up the pace. He was going deep into Joy now. "F-f-f-uck mmmeeee! I'm-m-m c-c-c-umming again! D-d-don't sssstop!" Joy babbled, nearly incoherent. "I'm with you!" Bellowed Mark. His body tensed up. The sinew in his neck bulging out as he came in my wife's pussy. This pushed Joy to a new level yet again. "I can feel you cumming inside me!" Mark's entire body turned to stone as he emptied his balls into what had previously been my faithful wife. Like Brent Mark just fell across my wife's back, both exhausted. He kept his dick inside her as he lay on top of her. Their bodies were plastered with sweat. Joy seemed to be glowing she was so hot. Mark pulled her over so they were now in the spoon position on the bed. Janel looked passed out as she hadn't moved a muscle during all this. "I have never ever come like that. That was incredible... fucking incredible!" Mark told Joy. She gave him a weak smile. "Me either. I swear to god I've never cum so hard or so often. That is one amazing cock you have, Mark." They kissed deeply. Mark slowly pulled his flaccid dick out. Joy tensed up again. "Wow. Do I hate to have that leave my pussy." Spring Break '06 "So what are you ladies doing next spring break?" Mark asked. "Hopefully you!" Joy said loudly. Everyone busted up laughing. The DVD went dark a final time. I just sat there, stupefied. What the fuck do I do? My wife cheated on me. On camera. With a college kid three decades younger! I was weighing whether or not to give my wife divorce papers for our anniversary when something Mark said popped into my head. He had asked Joy and Janel what they were doing next spring break. The next year after we had reconciled my wife HAD gone somewhere during spring break with Janel. I marched into her office. I started pulled CD cases off the stack and opening them quickly. I didn't care if they were messed up or in the wrong order. I prayed that what I was looking for wasn't there; that this was just a one time occurrence because of our situation at the time. And the joint and the booze. I found it in the seventh case I opened. I was almost sick. Hidden beneath the opera CD was another DVD lying face down. I slowly pulled it out as though it was radioactive. I turned it over. SPRING BREAK '07 was clearly marked on it. The bottom dropped out of my stomach. I knew what I had to do. Joy, the love of my life for so long, was going to have a very unhappy anniversary this year, which would be our last one. I decided to burn this DVD off like the other. Ummm... so my lawyer could use it as evidence - of course.