Let’s Make a Sex Video

Maria stood in the kitchen over the warm stove slowly stirring the pasta sauce over a low heat. Marco came into the kitchen from his day at the office following the aromas of garlic, tomato sauce and spices. The kitchen dinette table was set, and the Chianti was poured... breathing and waiting.

"I'm sorry to be late, Maria." He kissed her cheek and gently rubbed her ass cheek. Then patted her twice and sucked her earlobe."

"Where were you? You are late and you've brought me no flowers?"

"I'm sorry I was late, but I brought you something else instead. I stopped at the bookstore and bought two books."

"Books? What books?"

"I decided this afternoon that I wanted us to make a sex video, so I bought a book called, 'Naked Filmmaking' and another one called "How to Make a Video that Doesn't Suck'. What do you think?"

"Why would you make a sex video without any sucking? No way does that sound right. What would be the fun in that?" Maria laughed. Then she turned down the heat a little lower on the pasta sauce and put the pasta on to boil.

"Well, it turns out that neither book was about producing a homemade sex video. I suppose you can't judge a book by its title anymore, either. Still, they both have good ideas for making a better home video than some of those other books or videos I've seen."

"Those videos you watch are only scenes or vignettes. There are no stories attached to them at all. There's no structure, no dialogue, no drama, no real story or plot, no mysteries to be solved or resolved, or emotions. Just people going at it. For dialogue, all you get are oohs and aahs. If you think reading a book can help you make a better video, I say go for it. Just don't ask me to be in it or be your co-star -- or any other woman either!

"Gee, honey. Don't hold back. Tell me how you really feel."

"If you want to make a sex video by yourself, go ahead. If you want to sell them on the internet, I doubt seriously there's a market for your masturbation videos. You have a nice dick, but men don't really do anything different that could be construed as educational. Women don't watch much porn. Besides, we know how to do it for you, so where's the mystery?"

"Sounds like you've already read these books."

"That's because I took a course in screenwriting at college. It was an elective in journalism school. To make a proper video, you need a story, a plan, and a properly formatted screenplay. At the very minimum, you'd need a shot list along some kind of storyline. Besides, if you shot the last scene first, the beginning scenes wouldn't work,... if you know what I mean. Do you have time for all of that?"

"Not right now, but I just thought of this idea today. I thought I'd spend a few dollars on books before I spent hundreds on equipment."

"From some of the videos I've seen, all you need is window light and a cell phone video camera app with some stable way to prop it up. Then maybe some computer software to edit the outtakes, splice it together, add titles and all that." The timer sounded so Maria checked the spaghetti. She selected a single strand, drained it and tossed it against the wall. It stuck. "Well, the pasta is ready!"

After dinner, Marco finished his wine and helped Maria do the dishes. Every once in a while, he gave her waist a hug. With everything placed in the dish drainer to dry overnight, Marco put his arms around Maria from the back and untied her apron hugging her close. He nibbled at the back of her neck giving her goosebumps down her sides.

"So, what do you want to do with these videos you plan to make? Sell them over the internet? Are you going to earn us a lot of money? Turn me into your video whore?"

"NO, of course not. Never! I hadn't thought about all of that. I only wanted to record our love as we are now. Someday, we'll be old, and we can enjoy them later."

"Sure, sure. Yeah-yeah."

"Well, don't we always take pictures of ourselves when we travel? Don't we always ask strangers to take our picture together in a special scenic spot?"

"Yes, of course we do. We don't have them talking photos of us having sex, Marco. That's too personal. My body is for you to enjoy and yours is for me to play with. I think we do a pretty good job of that. Don't you?"

"Yes."

"Or course, we do. But our love making memories belong in our heads. I don't require bringing the rest of the world into our bedroom. Is that what you really want?"

"No. I don't want that. You're mine... only mine. I just want to keep you that way."

"I still don't know why you think you need to make a sex video of us."

"I suppose you're right. It was a passing idea. I thought it could be fun. I thought it might improve our sex life. Show us ways to be closer or more creative in giving each other pleasure. We could watch it later and remember how in love we are now. I suppose that's silly."

"If you think about it that way, I suppose you have a point. Except that the camera brings another "person" -- in the form of a camera into our lives -- even without a photographer. I just hope your expectations aren't too high. I don't want this idea to affect our love."

"Well, I'm only out a few dollars for these books. Maybe I'll still read them, so that I can catch up to your level of filmmaking education."

"Well, you read your books, and I'll go upstairs and take a long, hot bubble bath. Maybe read some erotic stories on the Literotica web site from my tablet."

About an hour later, Maria came downstairs in her bathrobe to check on Marco's reading. "So, what have you decided?"

"It's like they always say, if it were easy, everyone could do it. The way I read it, it's very complicated. It's not a hobby a person can pick up over a weekend, let's say."

"Well, I read some pretty good stories online while taking my bath. A couple of them got me worked up. A story is like a movie script in its basic form. Somebody should maybe do a video to bring the stories to life. Isn't that what Hollywood says -- 'bringing the words to life'?"

"I suppose so. I'm just thinking about all the work that goes into it, if we want to do it right."

"You mean -- by the book -- don't you?"

"Is there another way?"

"Sure. Just shoot it like the people on the internet do. Point, shoot, edit or not edit. Who cares? If we aren't doing it for publication or money, why go through all the rig-a-marole? You ARE just going to do it for us only, right? Why does it need to be a whole show?"

"Well, I'm tired of reading about it. Are you ready for bed? Because I think I am."

Together they snuggled into bed and covered up. Marco kissed Maria goodnight then rolled over on his side. "Goodnight, Maria. I love you."

"I love you too, Marco." She kissed his earlobe and whispered, "You know, I would like to see what my pussy looks like, from your point of view, that is. It's not the same in a mirror, you know. Just something to think about in your dreams tonight."

Marco's eyes flew wide open. Maria rolled over and pulled the blankets up over her shoulders and closed her eyes. Just for fun, she purposefully bumped and rubbed her naked butt cheeks up against his.

Marco woke up and got ready to go to work. Maria was already fixing breakfast. It smelled great. He walked downstairs and into the kitchen. He kissed her cheek, "G' morning, Maria."

"Good morning. How did you sleep?" The sheepish grin on her face told him that her last comment to him last night was meant to cause him some sleeplessness and deep thought.

"Once I finally got to sleep, I slept well enough. I've decided that we really don't need to make a sex video to show our love for each other. The fact that we know we do, it's enough for me. So, let's just forget that I brought it up. Now I wish I had the money I spent on those two books. We could have had a take-out pizza for supper tonight."

"Well, the bookstore isn't a lending library, so you can't get a refund on your credit card. Can you? You just go on with your day," she said, pointing gently on his chest. "Forget about the video idea and I'll make us a pizza tonight if that's what you want."

Marco looked at his watch, rushed down his coffee and headed toward the door. "Have a good day, honey. See you tonight." He blew her a kiss and disappeared out the door.

Marco's day was typical. Stress and drudgery in small doses, tied up with meetings and correspondence. If only he'd stayed in college and finished his career agenda, the way Maria had. He was in a hurry to marry Maria and start their lives together. He always had faith that things would work out. Still, he did well enough for now. And yet, quitting time was taking forever to arrive. Tonight, he would stop-off and buy her flowers.

Maria had other plans for her day. Number one on her list was shopping. She had nothing specific in mind, but she would know it when she saw it. She loved making Marco happy, and he always tried for her. She could sense his lack of excitement or enthusiasm in the bedroom lately. Maybe Marco came up with this sex video idea to help improve things between them. There would never be another man for her, but neither did she want her man to go looking for a better replacement. She knew there was plenty of temptation at his office. Maria believed that Marco would never stray, and she was determined to keep him for herself alone.

Marco arrived home only a few minutes late. He had phoned ahead and prepaid the florist so that all he had to do was pick up the assorted flower bundle in a decorative vase that he purchased for Maria. It should make a nice display on the kitchen table or living room, wherever she preferred. Opening the front door and walking inside he called out, "Maria. I'm home." There was no answer. Only silence. This was very unusual. Maybe she's out shopping.

He made his way into the kitchen and set the flower vase on the kitchen counter. He looked over to the kitchen table for some kind of note or something. There was a glass of wine poured and an empty glass waiting next to an open bottle. He also saw a short, round candle already lit with an index card leaning against the brass candle holder. "Open the cloth shopping bag and follow the directions."

Inside the Maria's Recycle shopping bag, Marco found a palm-sized video camera with a stick-on Post-it note: "Open screen. Press

."

It took the camera a second or two to boot up and begin to play. There was Maria. She must have had her hair done at the beauty salon today. It looked different. Then, she smiled, "Welcome home, Marco. I have this surprise for you. Enjoy some wine and pay attention."

This was a huge surprise. Much more so that the bunch of flowers he had for her. He drank half a glass of wine, then pushed play. Some slow, sexy jazz music was playing in the background as Maria flitted around their bedroom, then opened the closet door and rummaged around the hanging rack. She pulled out a very sexy looking nightgown set and held it up to the window displaying how transparent it was before leaving it hanging on the curtain rod in front of the window.

Then, she began doing a striptease as the tempo of the music changed a little more upbeat. Item by item she removed her clothing, dancing and twirling around the bedroom as she turned back the bedspread. When she got down to her panties and bra, she bent over toward the camera and turned down the top sheet, taking her time to display her luscious ass cheeks, long tapered legs, gentle curve of her hips before removing the last two items of clothing and waving them around up close to the camera lens -- dropping them on her dresser next to the camera lens.

Still nude, she opened the top drawer of her dresser -- her neatly trimmed 'V' bush in full view of the camera lens - and withdrew some black stockings and took them over to the bed. Slowly, she gathered the material and began to slowly slide her stocking up her tapered leg, releasing the stocking material little by little along the way. She made a big display out of rotating her legs high in the air, giving full view of her pussy at that distance before repeating the stocking process with her other leg. When she finished, she bent over at the waist displaying her lovely ass cheeks as she straightened out the fabric along her legs. Then she turned around, flipped her long hair over and seemed to straighten the stockings again as her pendulous breasts took center stage. As she stood up, her hair took on a just-fucked look, freshly eschewed in a good way. She smoothed her hands up and down her body, then paused to support her breasts and gently pinch her nipples, which hardened immediately.

Marco finished his wine and quickly poured another glass.

Next, she rose on her tiptoes and paraded over to the window to retrieve her newly purchased lacy body suit/sheer shell nightgown outfit. As she slipped into it, she took every opportunity to smooth it against her skin. When it came time to snap the crotch, she did. Then, feigning deep thought, she reached down and unsnapped it, leaving it open. She walked over to the video camera and brought it with her back to the bed. The video capture frames were are all wonky with movements and twists. Once she got settled, she positioned the lens at her pussy and recorded herself as she gently touched herself, spread herself, and played with herself.

As a finishing touch, she moved the camera over to her makeup vanity and made a big deal out of putting on her eye makeup. With her lipstick -- very slowly -- she outlined and applied the deep red color, over and over again. She moved her lips in kissing motions as she studied her lips in the mirror, then reapplied still more. Finally, she kissed an index card and displayed it for the camera before sticking it up on her vanity mirror -- still recording the whole process.

Suddenly, she repositioned the camera toward her face, the music still playing in the background.

"Welcome home, Lover. I've just recorded the Introduction and the Inciting Problem sections for our sexy video story. I need your help to Develop the Plot and turn on the sexy to solve these problems. If you're half as inspired as I am right now, the Climax and Resolution will happen automatically... after pleasuring each other a long while - I hope. Pleasure takes time. Now, fill both wine glasses and, as the great actress Mae West said in the old movies, 'Come up and see me.'"

Marco's heartbeat felt like it skipped a time or two. This was the kind of thing he had in his mind that he wanted to do in his videos. Maria even started making a real story out of it. He took off his shoes and left them under a chair in the kitchen. He drank the last half of the second glass of wine and refilled it and Maria's glass. He took off his suit coat and hung it over a chair with his tie, unbuttoned his shirt partially. He closed the video camera and put it back into the cloth bag. Then he picked up the bag handles in his teeth, tucked the wine bottle under his arm, grabbed both glasses and walked slowly up the steps to the bedroom.

Through a muffled combination of stuffed lips with cloth bag handles he said, "Ho-ney, I'm ho-ome."

Maria padded over to him. Her intoxicating perfume arrived only a second before she did. She removed the bag from his clinched jaw and the bottle from under his arm and set them down on her dresser.

"Well, how do you like my welcome home gift?"

"You look fantastic. I love you so much. Does this mean what I think it means?"

"Well, the camera is only a day-rental, but we can keep the media storage card inside. OR we can just delete it, but we don't have to decide anything right now."

"I see you've been shopping. I don't care what the lingerie cost. You look so beautiful in it. I could just eat you. You look so sexy."

"Funny you should say that. It's just what I had in mind."

Together they gulped half a glass of wine. Maria assumed a position on the bed. Marco was out of his clothes quickly but the hole in his boxers snagged on his anxious hard cock. Maria grinned as he wrestled with them in his haste. She could wait until it was her turn to put her lipstick ring around his beautiful cock, but her pussy had been dripping since she thought up this scheme earlier in the day. Her need was now intense.

Marco looked at the video camera. He had been searching online for a similar model of a different brand name and was familiar with its features. He flipped opened the screen, which turned on the recorder. Then rotated the screen so that Maria could watch the video in real time. Hand holding the camera while tasting her pussy would be a new challenge. He hadn't envisioned his idea ever reaching this point. He positioned himself without bending his cock on the bed at Maria's entrance of joy and placed his mouth wide open over it. Then, he backed up and said, "Rotate the screen until you can see everything I do. This way, what's fun for me, is also fun for you and both of us together during playback later."

Maria stuffed another pillow behind her back for a better view.

"Aaaaand, Action!" Just like any director would. Intently, she watched -- feeling Marco's tongue and watching him in the viewer at the same time. It was erotic as hell. The camera screen was so small. She couldn't wait to watch it on a bigger screen.

Marco licked all the places he already knew she loved. She oozed and he sucked it up like nectar. Maria watched and felt herself oozing even more. Her eyelids fluttered and her asshole clinched. Marco could feel the local muscle tension and traced his tongue down to her ass sphincter and lathered it up with saliva and flicked and licked until he sensed a response from Maria. Her vocal sounds were different. He enjoyed that. He moved back up and positioned himself at her clit and focused his tongue there as her breathing became shallower and faster. Marco inserted two fingers inside her vagina and searched to rub her G-spot as her pussy bucked against his lips. Holding the camera was no longer an option. He held onto Maria's legs from underneath, holding her pussy on his lips against his tongue furiously lashing. Finally, she bucked her hips twice rapidly, then once again before she squeezed her pussy to push his tongue away. Then she took a deep breath, but didn't move, keeping her eyes closed.

"That was awesome. Did we get all that on camera?"

"I don't know. Let me check." Marco stopped and rewound the video file in camera a minute or two. He moved and sat next to Maria on the bed, then pressed play. The camera was getting everything up to the point where he dropped it, but the recordings of Maria's sounds were impossible to ever replicate. "We could do a video re-take, but we'll never get those real -- in the moment - sounds you make even in a good second take."

Maria was surprised at her own voice and her noises. "I never realized."

"I do. I key-in on your noises. Your noises turn me on more and tell me what I'm doing right to provide pleasure for you. I love your noises. You know, we've never talked about that before, have we?"

"I don't think we have. Interesting."

They sat there in silence for a minute. Marco's flagpole was wavering. Maria was still in her O-zone, but she noticed.

"Let's see what noises you make now!" She moved the video playback to the end of her 'performance' and got ready for scene two. Now, how do we play it?

"Let's have some fun." Maria was playing director now. "In this scene, you're getting undressed like you were before. I'm kneeling at your feet as you try and remove your boxer shorts. I lunge at your cock as it gets stuck in the fly, and you can't get your shorts down. As you struggle, you turn around to work yourself free. Then I bite you on the ass leaving a lipstick print, which causes you to turn back around, but your pants are now free. I latch onto to your balls with my left hand and grab your delicious cock with lips and right hand -- stroking and sucking. After a while, your knees begin to get weak, and you lean back against my dresser. We play it from there. Now, where did we put the camera? Where can we prop it up?"

Marco propped the camera up on the nightstand against the alarm clock in full view of the middle of Maria's dresser and in front of the tall center mirror set behind it. He put his boxer shorts back on and got set. Maria looked at the camera view screen. The lighting was good. She pressed

.

"Aaaaand, Action!"

Marco began struggling to get his boxer short down, but Maria had mentally changed the script. She planted a deep, wet kiss on Marco's lips as her middle finger did circles around his left nipple. It contracted and hardened like her own. She'd always wondered about that. Then, she moved her lips and tongue around his nipple, licking and sucking it to satisfy her curiosity about just how much her tongue would excite him. Her hand moved down to his cock and balls to judge their involuntary reactions. Marco seemed to get harder pushing its way through the fly. Interesting. She mentally filed that away for later use.

Maria kneeled to address the cock issue with her lips as Marco -- true to her script -- wrestled trying to get his shorts off. Maria turned him around and pulled his shorts down to the bottom of his ass cheeks and gently bit him, leaving a red lipstick print. Suddenly, she went off the script again as she originally explained to Marco and pushed him over banging his head against the mirror. She used her tongue to circle his asshole muscles. She reached underneath him and felt his cock. The more she tongued his asshole, the harder he got. As she jerked him a little, she licked his ass more and more -- pointing her tongue and trying to dip into the opening itself. Marco was leaking precum. She left another kiss there and Marco turned back around.

Maria let go of his cock so he could get his shorts down, then quickly, she attacked his balls, licking and sucking the left one into her mouth as she stroked him. She lifted his balls and licked underneath, twisting her head to get all the way underneath. Marco widened his stance to let her have her way. She was driving her way back toward his asshole again. Marco was having trouble standing, all right. His thighs quivered. Maria put her middle finger in her mouth and coated it thickly with her saliva. Then she reattached her lips to Marco's cock and her hand reached underneath him to find his asshole. As she circled the outside of his ass sphincter, she sucked his cock harder and deeper. His ball sack was contracting tighter. He was nearing orgasm. Maria was in her own zone. She stroked his cock with her lips, held onto his balls loosely in one hand and her other hand was busy rapidly circling his asshole. Suddenly, his cock began to pulse on her tongue. As she sucked harder, deeper and faster, she pushed her wet finger into his asshole and wriggled it inside him. His next pulse blasted forth into her mouth and onto her tongue.

Maria kept going. Both her hands and her lips and mouth were all performing brilliantly as Marco's cock pulses eventually grew weaker. Maria's mouth was full. Finally, she let go of everything and stood up to kiss Marco, hugging him tightly. She walked him over and they both knelt in front of the camera on the nightstand. Maria pushed open Marco's lips with her tongue and tilted his head to drain his semen into his mouth to share. Their tongues wrestled and spread it around in their mouths. This was hot. This was love. They had given themselves to each other and now they shared themselves more deeply. Together they swallowed, kissed each other warmly then looked directly into the camera. Maria smiled and simply said, "Cut!"

She pressedon the camera and took a deep breath, then leaned back on her heels. "Mmmm."

"Uh, what next? Do we watch it then delete it? Keep it? What?"

"I only rented the camera for a day, so it goes back tomorrow."

"Right. I guess so." Marco stood up and walked over to the wine still sitting on Maria's dresser and took another long sip. He looked at his beloved Maria. Let's think on this over that pizza. I feel drained and hungry. Let's call for delivery. Want to?"

Over more wine and warm pizza, they discussed their newly recorded, two-act play. Only the play was real. They were truly in the moment. They changed the script according to that heat of those moments. They did things they never thought of before. Were they showing their love? Were they performing for the camera? For each other? Was it how they really felt about having sex with each other? Were they experimenting?

The answer to all these questions was, probably yes.

The more they talked about it, the more they wanted more sex with each other. They discussed missing the shot because they lost control of the camera. If they decided to keep the camera, they would have to invest in some kind of portable lighting to fill-in shadows and a tripod to increase portability. These were not regular budget items.

"Marco, it was my idea to bring home the camera, but it was your idea to do a video in the first place. We did this project together. We don't have to continue any further. We scratched our itch and had our fun. AND we can keep the digital file on this memory card to watch over and over again anytime we want."

Maria, you looked so good, so sexy in the video. You are such a good director, too. I'd like to add that you have good instincts. Maybe you could get a job in the film industry, if you wanted. Don't show them this video, but I'd say you can definitely produce -- wardrobe and everything. We don't have to decide anything tonight... or tomorrow, even. Let's wait a week. Think about it. Maybe write up a few stories or shot lists. Knowing me, I'll get horny enough just from doing that.

"I agree. I think we should wait at least a week. We should make a Pro/Con List as well as a list of what our goals are with these potential videos. If we're making these for our own use, what is it we seek to learn about ourselves? Are we going to be porn stars? Wear masks and costumes, and do things we aren't comfortable doing -- just to make a video? I think we need answers first. Don't you?"

"You're right. But what about tonight? Were you turned on? Was it exciting? Did it excite you to plan what we were going to do before we did it? Did it bother you to know there was a third person -- the camera -- in the room watching us? Was that a turn on too?

"Marco, right now, I just want you to take me to bed, turn out all the lights and let the moonlight filter into our bedroom window as you feel me and make love to me as you always do. You're such a romantic man. Don't think I didn't notice the flowers in the room. They're beautiful. They weren't there before you got home this evening. Thank you. Sex doesn't make a marriage, LOVE does. I know you love me, and I love you. Everything else, will be fine. We will work them out together as we always have done before."

"Yes, we will."

"I want you to know one more thing. It's something I read in my college literature class. I've never forgotten it."

"Abnormal pleasures kill the taste for normal ones." -- Anais Nin

~ The End ~

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