Raquel's Directorial Debut

Mitchell walked in the front door and dropped everything. His coat, bag of supplies, portfolio, a few prints that were left over from the show, the envelope of cash, and various other oddities form a little mountain of clutter on the hardwood floor. His heavy steps carried him closer and closer to his goal: sleep. All seemed quiet. The children were at school. Raquel was at work. As he lumbered through the dining room, the incessant ticking of the clock on the wall felt like drumsticks on his head. This sleep was needed, deserved, and most importantly, it was earned.

Mitchell had crashed at the studio the night before. He and Todd had debuted their latest show. The opening reception saw three-quarters of their work sell. Quite a successful result had the artists feeling like a celebration. In no time at all, a few beers turned into pitchers and shots. But it was okay! They sold a lot of work and the gallery director expected the rest to be sold by week's end. The responsible choice was to crash at the studio. It didn't feel responsible this morning when his cell phone beeped the loudest beeping alarm ever made, but he had gotten past that. He stood at the bottom of the stairs, just a short climb from the cool comfort of the king size memory foam pad he was accustomed to.

His six-foot frame eased its weight from step to step. One at a time so as not stumble. Mitchell had stayed in good shape but nothing made him feel every bit of his 33 years like too much alcohol. The steps were not so arduous though and were soon conquered. He entered the bedroom, nearly at his goal. The bed was laid out before him. Raquel's scent registered in his brain: lilies, spice and the faint hint of her sex. However, Mitchell was single-minded. He quickened his pace. As he took the last few steps before lunging towards the bed, his senses couldn't deny the scent of her getting stronger.

His body absorbed into the mattress. It wasn't cool as had hoped but his worries ran of his shoulders like rain. He let out a loud sigh of relief. He shuffled his body trying to escape the damp heat of the sheets when his peripheral vision caught a silver glint of light. Against the small flat television screen on the dresser at the foot of the bed, a silver disc was taped with letters scrawled across its face in sharpie.

"WATCH ME NOW," it read.

Mitchell responded with a confused whimper, "What the fuck?"

His curiosity and responsible conscience forced him to lift his dead weight up. Mitchell grumbled to himself as he retrieved the disc. "If this is a video shopping list I'll..." he thought as he obediently placed the disc into the dvd player. "Probably a list of chores. Dammit!" he murmured as he sat back on the foot of the bed and focused on the blank screen.

The screen lit up and Mitchell instantly realized he was looking at his own bed. Mitchell instantly felt like a detective as his mind deciphered the camera must have been on the dresser in front of the TV. This didn't answer the other 1,643 questions in his head. Then Raquel appeared. Her nude body sauntered into view from the right side of the screen. She got up on the bed and pointed her face towards the camera. Her pale skinned stood out against the dark grey sheets. It outlined every curve of her succulent frame.

She propped herself up on her elbows creating the best video footage of cleavage ever made. Her milky white 36dd's filled the space between the mattress and her body, hiding her hard nipples and just giving Mitchell a hint of her light pink areolae. Raquel's lovely smile was the only thing that could break his gaze. Her face was framed by her dark hair. She was letting it grow. Thick chunks were stuck to her face and her husband noticed the camera picked up little beads of water running down her breasts.

"Hey baby," Raquel began, "I didn't get to see you much last night. I hope you had fun celebrating. I want you to know how proud I am of you. I wanted to show you last night, but you weren't here. Sooo, it's early and I just got out of the shower because I know you think I look sexy then. Lay back and enjoy!"

Mitchell's eyes jumped out of his head and his jaw landed in his lap. He pulled his faculties together and looked at the mattress around him. He could see the outline of a fading wet spot. On all fours, Mitchell hovered over the wet spot and lowered hid face until his nose touched the sheet. He took in a deep breath and reveled in Raquel's passion. It was as if her plump lips were right on his lips. His gaze returned to the movie and Raquel had produced her largest toy, a fat nine inch dildo, complete with balls and a suction cup. Mitchell scampered back to the foot of the bed. His focus renewed, the beating in his head easing as the blood was redirected to his crotch.

"Wait a second. I'll bet you are so confused and excited, you still have your clothes on, Mr. Aylin. That's okay, I'll wait," Raquel giggled with the dildo resting against her cleavage.

Mitchell moved like lightening. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! The high pitched metallic snaps rang in succession as the artist torn his shirt open and let the plaid fall to the floor. His pulled his belt loose but didn't remove it. Seconds later he was stepping out of his pants. A bit of pride swelled his chest as his cock sprang free. Mitchell's cock was a full eight inches, thick and rigid with a fat bulbous head. He sat back on the bed, wishing Raquel was there witness how aroused she had made him.

"Maybe we should start with some head?" Raquel's voice was sultry and her eyes seemed to contain a wildness. This little vixen was enjoying her time in front of the camera, confident of the effect it would have on her husband. Raquel pressed her tongue to the base of the dildo. Slowly, she slid up its length to the head before taking the rubber cock into her mouth. Raquel took it deep into her throat and forced herself to gag a bit. She backed off its length and coughed.

Catching her breath, she said, "I have to get it wet so you can slide it between my tits."

Mitchell's hand gripped his cock tightly and a pearl of precum squeezed from its tip. She secured her breasts around the based of the dildo and stroked its length as she teased her large nipples. Mitchell matched her pace with his hand. He was so turned on, he knew if he went much faster he would lose it.

"It gets me so hot when I fuck your cock with my tits and I see precum leaking from your cock. I know I have you. It makes me wanna fuck you so hard," Raquel spoke to the camera as she performed on the dildo.

She rose to her knees, positioning herself in front of the camera. She placed the dildo on the mattress and spread her pussy lips open. She was wet but the thickness of the dildo still forced her to take it slow. As she lowered herself onto the toy, she wailed loudly.

Breathlessly trying to speak again, she managed, "I love that first time you thrust into me. My little hole has to adjust to your big cock. It's so sudden, it ripples through every part of me."

Mitchell lay there stroking his cock ever faster, but fighting the urge to go too fast. He was certainly staying with this movie till the end. His opposite hand found diversions to keep his mind off cumming. Mitchell used both hands on his cock, played with his balls and nipples, or squeezed the mattress and pulled at the sheet. Mitchell knew his wife was hot, but this movie was an erotic achievement in his eyes. He truly felt his wife was the sexiest woman on the planet.

In moments Raquel was picking up her pace, "After few seconds, your cock belongs to my cunt. I love looking into your eyes when I'm riding you. We don't say a thing, but we both know I'm gonna cum all over you in a few minutes."

She bit her lip as the words trailed off. Her hands slid slowly up her abdomen till they cupped her breasts. She squeezed them forcefully, causing the access the swell between her fingers as if she was kneading bread dough. Her head rocked back and swayed like a boat in a sea of pleasure. When her neck snapped her head forward, she brought her breast to her mouth and sucked from her nipple. As she did this, her eyes focused on the camera again.

Lustfully, Raquel directly addressed him again, "You like watching my big tits bounce when I'm riding you? I know you do. God, if you were here now, I would be teasing your little nipples. The only sound would be your hips slapping against my ass."

Mitchell stroked his cock now with reckless abandon. He was fully lubed, a constant stream of precum oozing from his head. A bomb could have gone off in the same room, it wouldn't pull his attention away. He was one hundred percent emotionally invested in the movie.

"I'm gonna cum all over this cock Mitchell! You know I always cum harder when I feel you filling me up with your cum. Are gonna give me your load? I want it. Give it to me. Give me your cum," Raquel began repeating.

Mitchell focused on her pussy. She was fucking to dildo with incredible ferocity. Her juices dripped from it base, darkening the sheet from dark grey to black. Her dirty requests for Mitchell seed took on a higher pitch and became whimpers. Mitchell knew the finale was coming. As he saw her lips begin to quiver and clinch the thick rubber toy, he gripped his base firmly and stroked base to tip. He moaned aloud and cum flew into the air before it landed on his chest.

Raquel commanded with a gasp from the video, "Say my name!"

Mitchell complied as he shot a second rope of cum from his cock, "Raquel!"

Her shouted her name twice more as the last two globs of cum landed on his belly and overtook his hand as he continued to stoke at a dying pace. When his hand came to a rest he looked toward the screen again. Raquel was holding her self up with her left arm as the right hand carefully removed the dildo and her fingers slowly rubbed up and down her soaked pussy. She breathed heavily, gathering the pieces after her earth shattering orgasm. She sat up suddenly and came close to the camera. She proudly showed her wet shiny fingers. Her mouth entered the frame and sucked them clean with a long "Mmmmmm." She repositioned in front of the camera.

"Tastes so good. I hope you cum, but you can always watch this again. Just, when you're done, reach over your left shoulder and turn off the camcorder. We're gonna need something to watch when I come home and fuck you tonight. Bye baby," Raquel said as she left the frame. A small giggle was heard and the screen went black.

Mitchell rolled over and could see the beady little red light that told him his masturbation session was just recorded. He reached for the nightstand where the camera sat, but it was just inches out of reach. Then Mitchell found the spot. So comfortable. His arm fell to the bed and he was asleep after a couple breaths.