As I thought of what my husband might be doing at that very moment and wanting to see him enjoy himself like his wife just had, a realization came to me.
"Shit!" I groaned and looked up at Gary with heavy eyes. "We forgot to tape ourselves!"
Gary just smiled and pressed his lips against my nose. "No, we didn't. That was just a warm up, Jules. Just a warm up."
****
I hate to admit it, but this Christmas amongst Friends really ends up feeling more like a honeymoon than Christmas! We made love too many times to count and I came probably ten times more than that. We took two long showers together and a bath where we sat across from each other and discussed in great detail what our spouses might be doing - and with whom. We called room service a half dozen times, and we just enjoyed sharing moments between friends and now lovers that only the two of us could every truly understand.
And when we parted the next morning, there was no shame in what we had done; no guilt and no worries about hurt loved ones waiting outside. It was everything we'd dreamed it could be.
Doug was already there when I walked in the door and the two of us just hugged in the doorway for the longest time. It felt wonderful to be in his arms again; to smell him, to be so safe, so secure, just knowing I was "home." He did notice my mark, and then being the husband I knew so well, he lifted his shirt to show me the ones on his chest as well. And so for the next few minutes we shared as much as we dared to tell and showed us much as we were ready to reveal.
And that night, despite that I was sore and exhausted and satisfied beyond compare, I made love to my husband. No friends names, no thoughts of Gary and the hours before. Just me and my Everyday Love.
The next morning before breakfast I asked if he had been disappointed, or had his dream come true. Doug looked at me for a moment and then I saw that sly grin that I'd become so accustomed to over the years.
"You got Gina, didn't you? You dog, you!" I laughed.
"I never said that," he smiled back.
"You don't need to. I can see that look on your face. You haven't looked like that since... I can't remember!"
"If we are going by that, then I take it you got your big cock from Spence too..."
"I am not telling!" I giggled, slapping his hand away from my ass as I stood at the stove. I spun around and looked at him with crossed arms, still holding the spatula. "Just one thing, Darling Husband of mine ... Was it as tight as you thought it would be?"
Doug just laughed and refused to answer at first, but seeing that I was not backing down, and ready to burn our eggs he relented. To a point.
"Actually, it might have been tighter."
"Oh you, pig!" I said, laughing and throwing the roll of paper towels at his head.
That is how the week went. We laughed and we teased. And we went back to our lives, back to work, back to every day ups and downs. But at night ... Oh my! We had the most passionate sex I could remember in years! I am sure both of us were having flashbacks to Christmas Day, and would make little comments to get the other one going for a few minutes at a time. But mostly it was just us reconnecting on a level we never could have, had we not experienced what we had amongst friends.
For New Year's Eve we met at Gina and Gary's house. When I saw them, both of them, the thought occurred to me that if Doug had in fact been with Gina, then we had essentially just swapped our spouses for a night of spectacular sex. There hadn't even been the need for this elaborate "present" thing at all. Both of them greeted me and Doug just like normal when we came through the door and made no sign to the others that we were the ones they had spent Christmas with. It was actually rather fun, everyone sitting around having drinks and eating snacks while keeping our little secrets from each other until the night ran down.
It got to the point though, when the looks that everyone was exchanging all told the same thing. We were anxious to get the real party started. Leave it to Gina to break the ice again and get things moving.
"So who here hasn't been having mind blowing sex for the past six days?"
Everyone burst out laughing as we all looked at our spouses and then the others. Apparently, the effect from that last weekend was not unique to Doug and me.
"I say we go get those tapes and get down to business!" she added.
She didn't even wait for us to agree, she was already heading to the cabinet in the corner and pulling out a tape. The fact that she only pulled out one and handed it to Gary told me that the tape my husband had been keeping was certainly the two of them now. (All of us had been instructed to bring a cheap camcorder on that day, but only one in the "couple" was required to make a tape once we got to the room.)
The others retrieved their tapes -- Doug demurely retrieving his tape from my purse by the front door -- and then we all made our way downstairs to the media room. We were more cramped here; four of us crowding onto the couch and the other two couples sitting on large pillows on the floor.
"Who's going first?" Karen asked. No one spoke up, yet everyone tried their best not to look in any way anxious or excited.
"Well, since I don't have our tape, Gary can go first!" Gina said. She reached for her husband's tape, much to my horror, and I squeezed Doug's hand like a vice.
I felt him looking at me, but I am sure he simply thought it was me getting excited about what we were about to watch.
"Now, remember, no one get bent out of shape over this. If any of us do, I think it would be best to just turn the tape off and never do this Christmas thing ever again," Karen said from beside me in the center of the couch. "And I really don't want that to happen, so please just take a chill all!"
There was bit of nervous laughter all around, while I tried to catch my breath. I had thoroughly enjoyed myself, but having never watched Doug and I having sex on tape, I was afraid of everything I might see! I didn't even look at Gary; too afraid that he would be looking at me already and make me more embarrassed than I already was.
The tape came on abruptly and there was Gary positioning the camera, completely nude, although you could only see his bare chest at the moment. The other girls, including Gina, all groaned at seeing his abs at the side as the screen focused on the bed after a few moments. I remembered how I had been in the bathroom and out of shot at the time. It was only after I had crawled across the bed on all fours, very lewdly that he had told me that the recording was on. This is precisely the scene that popped into view right after Gary had quickly hid himself under the sheets.
TO BE CONTINUED
"Shit!" I groaned and looked up at Gary with heavy eyes. "We forgot to tape ourselves!"
Gary just smiled and pressed his lips against my nose. "No, we didn't. That was just a warm up, Jules. Just a warm up."
****
I hate to admit it, but this Christmas amongst Friends really ends up feeling more like a honeymoon than Christmas! We made love too many times to count and I came probably ten times more than that. We took two long showers together and a bath where we sat across from each other and discussed in great detail what our spouses might be doing - and with whom. We called room service a half dozen times, and we just enjoyed sharing moments between friends and now lovers that only the two of us could every truly understand.
And when we parted the next morning, there was no shame in what we had done; no guilt and no worries about hurt loved ones waiting outside. It was everything we'd dreamed it could be.
Doug was already there when I walked in the door and the two of us just hugged in the doorway for the longest time. It felt wonderful to be in his arms again; to smell him, to be so safe, so secure, just knowing I was "home." He did notice my mark, and then being the husband I knew so well, he lifted his shirt to show me the ones on his chest as well. And so for the next few minutes we shared as much as we dared to tell and showed us much as we were ready to reveal.
And that night, despite that I was sore and exhausted and satisfied beyond compare, I made love to my husband. No friends names, no thoughts of Gary and the hours before. Just me and my Everyday Love.
The next morning before breakfast I asked if he had been disappointed, or had his dream come true. Doug looked at me for a moment and then I saw that sly grin that I'd become so accustomed to over the years.
"You got Gina, didn't you? You dog, you!" I laughed.
"I never said that," he smiled back.
"You don't need to. I can see that look on your face. You haven't looked like that since... I can't remember!"
"If we are going by that, then I take it you got your big cock from Spence too..."
"I am not telling!" I giggled, slapping his hand away from my ass as I stood at the stove. I spun around and looked at him with crossed arms, still holding the spatula. "Just one thing, Darling Husband of mine ... Was it as tight as you thought it would be?"
Doug just laughed and refused to answer at first, but seeing that I was not backing down, and ready to burn our eggs he relented. To a point.
"Actually, it might have been tighter."
"Oh you, pig!" I said, laughing and throwing the roll of paper towels at his head.
That is how the week went. We laughed and we teased. And we went back to our lives, back to work, back to every day ups and downs. But at night ... Oh my! We had the most passionate sex I could remember in years! I am sure both of us were having flashbacks to Christmas Day, and would make little comments to get the other one going for a few minutes at a time. But mostly it was just us reconnecting on a level we never could have, had we not experienced what we had amongst friends.
For New Year's Eve we met at Gina and Gary's house. When I saw them, both of them, the thought occurred to me that if Doug had in fact been with Gina, then we had essentially just swapped our spouses for a night of spectacular sex. There hadn't even been the need for this elaborate "present" thing at all. Both of them greeted me and Doug just like normal when we came through the door and made no sign to the others that we were the ones they had spent Christmas with. It was actually rather fun, everyone sitting around having drinks and eating snacks while keeping our little secrets from each other until the night ran down.
It got to the point though, when the looks that everyone was exchanging all told the same thing. We were anxious to get the real party started. Leave it to Gina to break the ice again and get things moving.
"So who here hasn't been having mind blowing sex for the past six days?"
Everyone burst out laughing as we all looked at our spouses and then the others. Apparently, the effect from that last weekend was not unique to Doug and me.
"I say we go get those tapes and get down to business!" she added.
She didn't even wait for us to agree, she was already heading to the cabinet in the corner and pulling out a tape. The fact that she only pulled out one and handed it to Gary told me that the tape my husband had been keeping was certainly the two of them now. (All of us had been instructed to bring a cheap camcorder on that day, but only one in the "couple" was required to make a tape once we got to the room.)
The others retrieved their tapes -- Doug demurely retrieving his tape from my purse by the front door -- and then we all made our way downstairs to the media room. We were more cramped here; four of us crowding onto the couch and the other two couples sitting on large pillows on the floor.
"Who's going first?" Karen asked. No one spoke up, yet everyone tried their best not to look in any way anxious or excited.
"Well, since I don't have our tape, Gary can go first!" Gina said. She reached for her husband's tape, much to my horror, and I squeezed Doug's hand like a vice.
I felt him looking at me, but I am sure he simply thought it was me getting excited about what we were about to watch.
"Now, remember, no one get bent out of shape over this. If any of us do, I think it would be best to just turn the tape off and never do this Christmas thing ever again," Karen said from beside me in the center of the couch. "And I really don't want that to happen, so please just take a chill all!"
There was bit of nervous laughter all around, while I tried to catch my breath. I had thoroughly enjoyed myself, but having never watched Doug and I having sex on tape, I was afraid of everything I might see! I didn't even look at Gary; too afraid that he would be looking at me already and make me more embarrassed than I already was.
The tape came on abruptly and there was Gary positioning the camera, completely nude, although you could only see his bare chest at the moment. The other girls, including Gina, all groaned at seeing his abs at the side as the screen focused on the bed after a few moments. I remembered how I had been in the bathroom and out of shot at the time. It was only after I had crawled across the bed on all fours, very lewdly that he had told me that the recording was on. This is precisely the scene that popped into view right after Gary had quickly hid himself under the sheets.
TO BE CONTINUED