Hot Past Home Movie
By Spenhu.
Linda’s voice drifted to Ron from the next room, sultry, a little huskier than it normally was. “Are you sure you want to do this, Ron? It’s not too late. You can still decide that the real thing is a line too far.”
Linda stepped into view, and Ron felt that buzzing sensation in his chest spike again, the intensity nearly overwhelming him. She was wearing a simple silk night gown, the outline of her hard nipples visible through the thin fabric. As she had every day of their decade-long marriage, she took his breath away. Every curve of her pulled his eyes like lines from a cherished book.
Was he sure he wanted to do this? Ron had a hard time figuring out why he sometimes thought and felt the things he did. In their normal, day-to-day marriage, he tried to be a good father, husband, and lover. It was important to him to know that she valued him both as a husband and a father, that he was the best she’d ever had in every way he could be. His ego and his love for her would allow for nothing less.
And yet, in his secret mind, the place his thoughts took him when he was alone and stroking himself, painted a different picture altogether. He imagined his wife as the sexual being she was. He wasn’t stupid… They had come together a decade into their adult lives. She had been with people before him, and she had definitely experienced good sex before they met, just as he had. Jealousy and desire wrapped into a hard knot inside him when he thought about it. Still, it was undeniable that nothing else was guaranteed to make him as hard as diamonds as when she teased him about her time with a past lover, or even more intense, even the mere possibility that she preferred a larger cock.
Was this his favorite fantasy of hers? No, definitely not. He loved the times they shared when they were both in the moment, wrapped up in each other’s bodies and being wonderfully spontaneous. When she dropped to her knees to suck him, knowing he loved the view. When he hit just the right rhythm with his tongue or cock, and she came so hard she peppered his mouth with small, intimate kisses afterward. Those were his favorite images, the experiences he came back to time and again when he fantasized about his wife.
There were other times, though, when he was at his most masochistic. He would settle in, focusing on his desire, and inexplicably, the image of his beautiful, intelligent, vibrant, wonderful wife wrapping her perfect lips around… another man… would creep into his head. Horror and lust would fill his chest to bursting, intermingling, sending him over the edge. The more the image played into his insecurities, the more intense his release would be.
After he came down, he would feel embarrassed, horrified by the thought, and upset with his own mind for betraying him as it had. And then the jealous monster in his heart would turn over and start building back up again.
His compromise with himself then was the safety of her past. He loved to hear stories of her experiences before him. He couldn’t blame her for the things she had done before they met. Further, what was more gratifying than knowing that, even if one man were better in bed or more gifted in size, Ron himself was the man who had ended up winning the prize of her love and affection, her gift of children and companionship? He could turn his insecurities into arousal, safe in the ultimate knowledge that he had won her, that they shared an immutable bond.
The night he finally confessed this most embarrassing and deepest, most shameful kink, he had been so relieved. She had been his wonderful, understanding wife, asking questions rather than judging. Firmly on his side, even if she didn’t understand. He had never shared that secret anxiety that he had held for so long with anyone, and when he finally had, it made him feel safe and loved in a way he hadn’t known was possible.
Little by little, she had become comfortable teasing him for special occasions. She wasn’t comfortable being as… honest… or to use the word she used, “as mean” as he invited her to be in his most depraved moments, but that was ok, he was grateful that she was amenable at all.
So when Linda had found a video that she had forgotten even existed on an old flash drive, she sheepishly told him that she may have told a white lie when she said an ex had never recorded her… and knowing how his perverted mind worked, she had immediately started teasing him about it. “Which one of them do you think it is?” She would ask him when she caught the glint in his eye, or when he clumsily directed their conversation towards sex at the end of a date night. She would laugh as he tried to guess or get her to tell, teasing him about how much it apparently turned him on to think about, how he would probably never get to know.
She knew where his mind was taking him, and she was merciless in her teasing. “Do you think he’s one of the guys who was… longer than you? Thicker?” He would experience a spike of jealous arousal. “If I let you watch it, would you hear me make noises I’ve never made with you?” The buzzing weight would settle into his chest. “What if I let him do… things… that I’ve never let you do?” His dry throat would bob, laboring to swallow.
She was a master at her craft, enjoying the teasing game almost as much as he did. Once, at a party, he spoke with a small group of people all night. Upon leaving, she casually mentioned that she might have… known… one of the men better than she had let on earlier. Ron had felt the color rise to his cheeks, instantly knowing what she meant, but try as he might, she never told him which guy it had been. He imagined each of them in turn, driving himself insane with jealous lust.
Later that night, she made him submit to her in exchange for clues, sitting on his face as he asked his questions. She would only tease him, though, saying things like, “he may or may not have been bigger than you, I don’t remember, but he definitely knows what your wife’s warm, wet mouth feels like on his cock… And what your innocent wife’s tongue feels like on his balls… ” while Ron deliriously licked her clit. It drove him crazy.
Was that guy the same one who had gotten her to make a video with him? Would he ever get to find out?
He had asked her if, if the tables were reversed and there was a video of him, she would want to see it. Of course, the answer was no, except maybe out of a sense of simple curiosity, but there was no thrill in it for her. She knew that no one compared to her.
Tonight was Ron’s birthday. He only wanted one thing, and she had finally, agonizingly agreed to provide it. The idea of what was on that flash drive had consumed him since she’d first casually mentioned its existence. His body was so tense he was shaking, drawing in ragged breaths that shook his chest with their inhalation. She dropped to her knees in front of him, running both of her hands on his bare thighs, smiling at him.
“Ron, you need to breathe. We don’t have to do this if you’re not up to it. Although… ” she tapped his rock-hard cock with a finger… “You certainly seem up to it to me.”
Ron forced himself to breathe. This video was from her past. No matter what he saw, it had already happened, and she had still chosen him to be her husband in the end. The jealousy warred with desire in his chest, in his temples, fuck, even in his balls… and the desire won out. “I want to see it,” he spoke, his voice husky with his longing.
She smiled a little, wicked smile, and produced a small remote from the side table near where he sat. “I have rules for you.”
He had anticipated this, but he wasn’t worried. Usually, her rules were fun, designed to draw things out and enhance their fun. He nodded to her.
“First,” she said, touching a single finger to his cock. “If you want it to stop at any time, I will stop it immediately. Telling stories is one thing, actually seeing something is totally different, and it’s ok if it turns out you don’t want to see it. I’ll delete it, and we can pretend I never had it in the first place.”
He nodded again, swallowing once more, trying unsuccessfully to work moisture into his mouth. The anticipation was reaching a point where he legitimately wondered if it was even possible to be more turned on than he was in that moment.
“Second,” and a second finger joined the first on his shaft. “When you go soft, I turn it off. The longer you can hold out, the more you get to see… We can save the rest for another time. You have plenty of birthdays left.” He nodded, trying again to swallow. The pit in his chest was ravenous, the object of every desire on her knees in front of him.
“Third, and this one is important. You know this means nothing to me. I left this guy for a reason, and I never so much as think about him unless you bring him up, sooooo… outside of our little game, don’t think for a second that I’m doing this for any reason other than as a special treat for your birthday. You fuckin’ weirdo.”
He moaned as she softly ran her fingers up and down the underside of his cock. “Questions?”
“No” was all he could manage.
“Then ask me to start the video.”
He had one last fleeting moment of doubt, but his desire and curiosity won out. “Start the video.”
Smiling, she squeezed his balls, just barely hard enough to make them ache a little. “Ask me nicely, Ron.”
Again, doubt and fear loomed large in his mind, but the thudding of his heart in his temples and the buzzing lust in his gut won out. “Please,” he groaned.
She clicked the play button, and he felt as if his chest dropped beneath him, the vertigo of his apprehension and his desire to see sending him into an altered state. Every fiber of him was focused, his ears straining to hear, his eyes scanning for anything on the as-yet dark screen. He was aware of his wife softly wrapping her fingers around his hard cock, not even stroking yet, just holding him as he watched the screen. His cheeks and temples were on fire as the blood rushed everywhere in his body, seemingly without end.
“What are you doing?” The voice was unmistakably his wife’s, though higher and reedier.
A second voice answered, deeper and much clearer, as if it belonged to someone closer to the camera. “I’m filming. Is that ok?”
The image spun and righted itself. It was a small room, maybe a dorm or an apartment. The lights were low, but at the edge of vision, he could just make out a ghostly figure. His wife, wearing a sleeping shirt with a little cartoon cat on it, the one she still wore every once in a while, drifted into the field of view.
She was blurry in the darkened room, and the camera apparently wasn’t all that high-quality, so the image was a little grainy, but he recognized her body language immediately. He breathed in a quick gasp, trying to control his breathing and failing miserably. Below him, his wife slowly, very gently stroked his cock, watching his face very carefully.
“Where did you get the camera, Leslie?”
Ron’s eyes widened in shock. Leslie. The Leslie. The friends-with-benefits that all his favorite stories originated with. He looked down at his wife, barely able to breathe.
“Happy birthday, you fuckin’ weirdo,” she said, planting a light kiss on the head of his cock. “You finally have something substantial to jerk your little dick to.”
Back on the screen, slightly younger Linda was looking somewhere above the camera, smiling a smile he was all too familiar with, a buzzed, hungry smile. Jealously that anyone had ever seen that secret smile before him roared in his chest, but his cock jumped, and he heard his wife giggle. He forced himself to breath. He was dying to put real-life images to the crazy shit he had imagined for years.
“Never mind that,” said the deep voice. Leslie’s voice, Ron corrected in his mind. “I’ve got a present for you… Why don’t you come over and unwrap it?”
Ron was surprised to hear an accent. He had gotten such sparse information over the years; each small detail was a revelation. Was Leslie some flavor of South African? European?
His breath caught as he watched Linda-in-the-video sway forward, her hips’ exaggerated movements intoxicatingly indicative of her intent. She glided down in front of him, and the camera followed.
The video paused unexpectedly.
Ron looked at his wife, stunned. He was overwhelmed with emotions and so turned on that he thought he might cum if she breathed too heavily on his cock. He barely registered the controller in her hand, but finally, his brain caught up. “I’m ok,” he said, huskily. He wasn’t sure if that was true.
“Last chance? After this, it really starts. You can’t unsee the things I do with him. You’ll finally know how much smaller you really are.”
He gave it one last long thought, but in the end, his libido won out. “Play it, Lin.”
She clicked the play button, and the camera followed her younger self to her knees in front of him. She gingerly reached both hands to the band of his sweat pants and tentatively asked, “Like this?” in a near whisper. Leslie must have nodded because she pulled his sweats down, and it was Ron who gasped.
It was one thing for your loving wife of ten years to tease you about her exploits. It was easy to hear “nine inches” and think “Maybe nine girl inches?” Ron himself was a little over four inches, small in every way. His ego would not allow him to conceive of the possibility that his wife had been with a man over twice his size.
On the video, Leslie’s cock sprang out of its prison, bobbing weightily in the space between his body and Ron’s wife’s face. It was long, thick, and dark, the shade of coffee with cream. Ron had absolutely no doubt now that his wife had been telling the truth. It didn’t help when she whispered in an overawed voice, “God, he’s twice the size of you!”
Ron’s cock was suddenly on fire with sensation, and he realized his wife had engulfed it to the hilt at the exact moment he caught his first glimpse of her ex on screen.
The reality of the scene overwhelmed him. Ron felt a sudden tightening in his balls, the feeling of need and intensity at the base of his spine, and he pulled her off him as he began to cum, shooting jet after jet into the space between them. Some of it got on her breasts, but most landed on the floor. She dutifully stroked him while he continued to spasm, each one a little less intense than the last, until he finally subsided. She was laughing and smiling at him, but he was embarrassed and immediately disappointed with himself.
Linda began wiping off his cock with a towel she had placed nearby, laughing at each of his involuntary twitches. She reached for the remote, and he laid his hand on hers. Ron’s voice was filled with a devastating sense of self-disappointment. “Can we please continue? I can’t believe that just happened… ”
She smirked at him and said, “Oh, I can. I knew you were going to pop as soon as you saw that I haven’t been exaggerating all this time… It’s ok, Ron, oh, you’re trembling! It’s kinda hot that you find my past so much of a turn on. Besides, I said I would stop when you went soft… You are anything but soft right now… ”
Ron realized that she was right. He was still so charged, so filled with sexual tension, that he was still rock hard. The sharp edge of his need had been blunted, but his cock still strained in her hand, erect from the feelings resounding in his mind. He had to ask himself, was he really ready to see this? Would this be the step too far that would make it more about insecurity and less about arousal? He looked at Linda, watched her wipe his cum off her breasts, and steadied his breathing. She knew him so well.
Linda hit play, and the video resumed. Ron was once again laser-focused on the activity onscreen, hyper-aware that he was about to watch his beautiful wife suck another man’s cock. That it had happened over a decade ago, before they even had their first date, only made it hotter for him. If her stories were true, he had Leslie to thank for many of the wonderful things she knew how to do with her tongue…
Ron’s breath caught as Video Linda leaned forward and planted a small kiss on the head of Leslie’s cock. Even the head was large, larger around than her puckered lips, and Ron’s entire body jumped when she made contact. He looked down at his Linda, who had given his cock the same kiss a hundred times, and he shivered.
His wife ran her hands over his thighs and down to his balls, dragging her fingernails lightly across his sack in that way he loved. On screen, the younger her was gently planting kisses down the long shaft of Leslie’s cock. He watched, fascinated, as she dragged her nails across his larger ball sack in the same way. A huge hand reached into the frame and brushed Linda’s hair back behind her ears. Ron shivered again, his body randomly spasming as the extreme jealousy and arousal once again warred in his brain.
He watched as Linda grabbed Leslie’s cock with both hands, something he would never experience because he simply wasn’t big enough. Leslie still had cock left over, and on the video, she was using her tongue to tease every available inch. Ron’s cock throbbed with jealousy, but he forced himself to breathe deeply, trying to suppress the sudden, shocking buildup of his arousal as best he could. His wife was lightly kissing his cock as he watched her video self gearing up to envelop Leslie’s massive tool.
Video Linda pressed forward, her lips parting, allowing Leslie’s cock to slip inside of her mouth. Ron was watching the scene he had imagined a million guilty times, seeing his beautiful wife’s mouth wrapped around another man’s cock. A moan escaped Ron’s lips at the same moment Leslie moaned in the video, and Ron’s entire body throbbed.
“Is it everything you’ve imagined, baby?” his wife asked.
“God-” was all he could say. He was shaking uncontrollably as his jealousy and insecurity warred with his desire. The only thing that made it bearable and therefore pleasurable was the knowledge that it was all in the past, that she was his now.
Video Linda began lightly twisting her hands on Leslie’s shaft, sucking as much of his head into her mouth as she could fit. Ron had the sudden, dismaying realization that just the part that was sticking out from her two hands was still bigger than his entire cock. He sometimes liked Linda to tease him about getting a “real cock.” He didn’t know if he would ever be able to play that game with her again. In his cross-wired mind, that sense of unease and insecurity hardened him further.
In real life, his wife was gently working his shaft with one of her hands, sucking the end of his cock easily compared to the tableau on screen. He moaned and ran his fingers through her hair.
Video Linda released the monster with both of her hands, instead of trying to suck as much of it as she could into her mouth. Ron heard her make a gagging sound, not even halfway down. In the present, his wife sucked Ron’s entire cock into her mouth.
Had he ever made her gag? He didn’t think so. Perhaps Leslie had trained her how to suck a cock without triggering a gag reflex. Or more likely, Ron just wasn’t big enough to elicit that particular response. Idly, he wondered if that might be one thing she liked better about his cock.
In the video, a strong arm suddenly lifted Linda off her knees, the massive tool bobbing free. Leslie lay her back on the bed, using his free hand to tug the bottom of her shirt up, revealing that Linda was wearing no panties. She was trimmed and tidy, and Ron had to smile to himself, because he preferred her the more natural way she kept herself now.
Video Linda looked up past the camera, biting her lip. Ron knew his wife needed foreplay to be ready for sex, but he had a sudden fear that perhaps this had not always been the case… She looked plenty wet in the video. Had just playing with that massive cock made her wet enough all by itself? Was it really that much more of a turn-on?
She had told him before that he was always her #1 because he enjoyed going down on her so much. He had never gotten up the nerve to ask who would rank first if she only took raw physical fucking into account. He was sure it wouldn’t be him, and he didn’t know if his ego could take an honest answer.
In the video, Leslie laid his bare cock against her body, his balls hanging down past her glistening labia. His head reached well past her belly button. Ron began shaking again, knowing what was coming, not sure if he could handle it.
In the present, his wife began sucking his cock in earnest, the way she did when she knew he was close.
“You ready?” came the deep, confident voice.
“Make me cum” came the reply from his unbelievably sexy wife.
Leslie pulled back and lined himself up with her lips. Ron couldn’t look away. Leslie’s cock was huge, and his wife was wonderfully tight. There was no way she was going to be able to handle that monster.
Linda in the video gasped in a way Ron had simply never heard as the head of Leslie’s cock pushed in. Ron had never heard her make that noise because he had never been the cause of it. Leslie pushed in deeper, slowly, allowing video Linda to adjust to his size, and inch by inch, Leslie’s cock disappeared into Ron’s wife. Her eyes were locked onto a spot just above, and off camera, and in Ron’s quaking mind, he feared he had never seen that much intensity from her either.
In the present, his wife pulled his cock out of her mouth and moved down, swirling her tongue around his balls as she stroked his slippery cock. On the screen, he watched as his wife’s pussy clenched around all nine inches of Leslie’s shaft. He pumped once, twice, three times, strong thrusts. Video Linda gasped, a look of surprise blooming on her face. Maybe five minutes later, she cried out, fist knotting around a handful of sheet, legs shaking, visibly orgasming and moaning someone else’s name. Leslie’s name.
“I can’t believe how fast that big cock used to make me cum.” Linda said, pumping him in time with the strokes in the video. “So much better than your little dick.”
Watching this video of his wife’s past exploit, Ron gave in to the shame and anxiety, the jealousy and arousal. He came so hard into his wife’s hand that he nearly blacked out.
Later, Ron thanked Linda with some special treatment of her own. There was almost nothing he loved more than tasting her, after all, and his ego needed to remind her that she chose him for a reason. She performed aftercare for him expertly. Yes, sex with Leslie was amazing, but no, they never had the connection she had with Ron. Yes, big cocks are fun, but so are normal ones and even small ones. Yes, Ron was still the best, without a hint of a joke or a tease in her voice.
Linda kissed him deeply, shaking her head at him. “Happy birthday, Ron, you absolute weirdo. I hope it was everything you wanted.”
It was. He was a lucky man to have a woman who would indulge him. With whom he felt secure enough to be this vulnerable.
Deep inside his chest, the jealous monster was already turning over again.
The End.
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