Watching Ourselves

Usually our adventures spring from ideas I have. She plays along, and even loves my creativity. I know the boundaries, I know what she likes. I try to find new ways to keep things exciting and, even after 21 years of marriage, we keep finding new things to explore together. Sometimes it means a remote control vibrator in her pants while we’re out in public. Sometimes it’s a quick round of mutual masturbation while we’re in the car. There’s always trust, and there’s always a mutual desire to find that edge of excitement.

This last time around, my wife completely surprised me. This time it was her idea. It was last Saturday night. All three of our kids had gone different directions with friends for the evening, and we were sitting down to catch up on some recorded TV shows, and out of the blue she asked, “Do you ever wonder what we look like when we have sex?”

I have to admit, I didn’t get the gist of what she had in mind at first. So, being a literal sort of guy I answered, “Like some 45-year old married couple.”

Then she dug just a little deeper, “You can’t tell me you’ve never wanted to see what we look like when we’re making love.”

My response was immediate. “Oh, I think about it a lot. Every time I masturbate. I think about the shape of your breasts, how they swing when you’re on top of me. I think about how your face looks when I’m rubbing your clit and you’re approaching orgasm. I think about watching my cock slide in and out of you when we go at it in missionary position. I definitely think about how we look during sex!”

“Well, I’ve been thinking. You know I never want any recordings left around after, but would it be possible to set up a camera and play it through the TV so we can have a view of what it looks like while we’re doing it?”

Darn good thing I’m an A/V geek and have pretty much every imaginable cable and device laying around the house. So I told her, “Sure it’s possible. If I go to the trouble of setting it up, are you sure you won’t chicken out?”

She assured me she wouldn’t. By the twinkle in her eye, I believed her.

“Give me 10 minutes.”

I sprinted upstairs to our bedroom, where we have a 42 inch TV facing the bed, where we watch movies and sports sometimes on Saturday mornings. I nabbed a few things from my home office, where I keep my electronics junk, and I was in business. I found a small HD webcam with a clip on it, I had bought it for using for Skype for work. I grabbed a USB extension cable, my Mac Air, a Thunderbolt to HDMI dongle and a long HDMI cable. In 5 minutes I had the camera playing live video through the computer to the 42” TV on the wall. The same video was playing fullscreen on the Mac, which was sitting on a chair next to the bed, the camera clipped on the back of the chair facing the bed.

I checked things over a couple times to make sure the connections were good. I got up on the bed, pulled my mostly-hard cock out of my underwear and shook it toward the camera. Just to get a feel for what we’d see. The camera had a wide view so the entire bed fit in. It was zoomed out, so the details were a little hard to see, but it was definitely going to work.

So I sprinted downstairs to let my bride know we were ready to go.

I walked her into the bedroom and showed her the setup. After about 10 times reassuring her that nothing was going to be recorded – this was just a live view – she relaxed and walked over to the bed.

“Come on over here” she requested, and it didn’t take me more then 3 seconds to strip naked and jump onto the bed. The idea that I was going to get to watch us was strangely exciting!

We were both naked as we climbed onto the bed. Staying up on our knees, we pressed our warm stomachs together. It felt electrifying, as it always does. As we embraced I reached my left hand up and ran it through her long blonde hair. Holding her head as I pressed my mouth to hers. Our tongues played together like we were teenagers. We were clearly both excited about what we were doing.

I watched myself grab her ass and grind my cock into her stomach. I could see my hips moving back and forth as I pushed myself against her freshly shaven pussy. She was watching over my shoulder, seeing my hands grab her ass and hold tight with each grind. It was unbelievably exciting. I knew she was feeling it too because I heard little moans of pleasure escape as her mound rubbed against me. And she was definitely getting wet.

As we kissed and played with each other, we both moved to get glimpses of what we were doing on the screens. After a little dance of sorts we settled on her having a view of the big TV screen on the wall and I could see us on the Mac beside the bed. She got the big picture… it was ok, this was her idea.

In a big swoosh I rolled her over and onto her side, down on the bed. In another quick roll I had her on top of me, still holding each other closely. As she raised up on her hands, I got the first glimpse that took my breath away. The camera was on the side of us, showing a profile of her body. Her ass, her lower back, her shoulders and, most of all, her perfect tits swaying above me.

I am definitely a big fan of her chest, and I watch it like a hawk when she’s on top… but this was something entirely different. Seeing us from the side, seeing her curves from a new perspective sent a jolt of passion through me that I didn’t expect. She ground her clit on my cock for as long as I could take it without cumming, and then I pushed her off.

Instinctually, she slid down and began kissing my chest… heading lower. Oh yeah, I know where this is going. As she slid my cock into her mouth it felt like I hadn’t been touched in a lifetime. I was so hard, so sensitive that I melted into the bed. I turned and looked over to the computer by the bed, and what I saw was disappointing. The side angle was too far away and the screen too small to really see much. I wanted her to see what I saw. I wanted her to know how fantastic it is to have my cock sucked by her.

So I got an idea. I hopped up for a second and reached over to the chair, unclipping the camera and carrying it over to the bed. When I laid back down, I put my head at the foot of the bed, so she could see the big screen on the wall while she kneeled between my legs.

“I want you to see what I see when you suck me” I said. This was the best idea I have had in a long time. Maybe ever.

I held the camera up next to my head aiming down over my body. Now my cock was in full HD on the TV, and I could see her intrigue while she stared at it on the wall. Slowly, she moved her head into the picture… it was like she was experiencing camera shyness. Then she slowly opened her mouth and brought it over the head of my cock. Her eyes looking up at the TV, me looking at the Mac next to the bed.

It didn’t take her long to get over the shyness. As she began to take me into her mouth I saw her eyes begin to relax in pure enjoyment. She watched herself on the TV and it seemed to have an aphrodisiac effect on her.

Here, in bed with me, was the woman I had known for nearly thirty years, been married to for more than twenty, and we were doing something completely new. She was discovering how we looked together. I was watching her explore her sexuality right there in front of me. She absolutely loved watching herself suck me. Long slow strokes, taking me deeper into her throat than she ever had before. Licking the head then plunging back down to take me as deep as she could. I moved the camera closer, so there was just the head of my cock and her mouth in the picture… she backed off and began to lick and circle with her tongue. It was amazing.

This went on for several minutes. I have no idea how I didn’t cum. I was so wrapped up in the excitement and beauty I just didn’t. I also didn’t realize that, some time throughout this she had moved one of her hands to her tits and was rubbing her nipple in sensual strokes, coinciding with the rhythm she was keeping on me. I absolutely love it when she plays with her nipples. So I moved the camera around so she could see how hot it looks when she plays with her big breasts.

It was the perfect shot. In the foreground you could see part of her mouth covering my cock. In the middle there was a freshly-manicured hand rubbing her perfect nipples. In the background was her bald pussy, rocking back and forth in an effort to connect with the bed for some sensation.

She must have thought so too, because she unleashed on me. Her movements on my cock quickened and the nipple motion sped up. She was squeezing her nipple like her life depended on it. At this point I noticed pussy juices flowing out and making a dark, wet spot on our sheets. I can’t ever remember her becoming so wet that she dripped… this was fantastic.

As I approached my climax I pushed gently on her shoulder and whispered “your turn.” Within seconds she was on her back. She moved up and put a few pillows together at the headboard and leaned back. Easy view of the TV and of me. She spread her legs as I moved in. She had the camera this time. I moved in, she brought the camera close. I reached out with my tongue and flicked. Her clit must have been two feet tall on the TV, and she seemed to really like it. Since I couldn’t watch us, I decided to focus on giving her the best munch of her life. I went at it.

I could only imagine what she was seeing as she moved the camera around, focusing on her chest, zooming in on her pussy while I licked… I think she even tried on some sex faces while she aimed the camera upward, past her tits toward her beautiful face. This went on for a while. She was taking her time in cumin. Then, almost without warning, her hips started to buck and she let out a stifled grunt. It lasted for several seconds while I licked. It was hard to stay in the right place while she bucked, but there are two things I know: 1) never EVER lose contact with her clit when she cums and 2) NEVER stop until she pushes me away. So I drilled my tongue into her clit for what was easily two or three more orgasms.

She was spent, but I needed to enter her. So I slid up the bed, pulled her legs wide and plunged all of the way in on the first thrust. Wow, she was wet. As I pounded away at her, I watched her chest bounce with each thrust. I watched her flushed face smile. At some time while I was stroking into her she picked the camera back up and was pointing it at her pussy again, watching my cock go in and out. She was riveted.

Then she did something she almost never does, she reached down and put her finger on her clit and started rubbing. I think it’s shyness, or some reserved denial of masturbation, but I very rarely get to see her do this. She rubbed, I stroked. It was awesome.

While she approached her climax again, I took the camera away from her and turned it on her face. Leaning back to free one arm, I kept going, she kept rubbing and we both watched on the TV. When she came it was amazing. There wasn’t a cell in her body that didn’t participate in the event. With the camera held closely, I could see every twitch and pulse of her face. I think her eyes were closed at this point. I’m not sure.

After she had a couple seconds to stop shaking and catch her breath, I began stroking in earnest. Pounding hard. It didn’t take too many strokes until I was just about ready. By this time she had the camera and was back to watching my cock piston in and out of her. The shot was framed closely.

As I approached, pulled out and placed the head of my cock directly beneath her clit, pointing right at her pleasure center. When I came, I shot right onto her clit, covering it in warmth. She gasped. We both collapsed.

After about half an hour we both got up, however, groggily. I packed up the computer, camera and cords, setting them by the bed.

It’s been a day now and she hasn’t stopped smiling.