Video Evidence

Video Evidence

By Her Piggy @Her Piggy

It was an old video that I found while cleaning out the basement.  There were no markings on the case but it had been carefully packed away in a safe place and the care in which it had been preserved made me curious to see what was on it.

I'd bought a used VCR a few years earlier so I could watch home movies of my kids and I plugged it into the TV in my bedroom and slipped the tape inside.  I was alone at home.  My wife was at a winery with her girlfriends and my kids, who were both grown but still living at home, were both out as well.

The television came to life and a grainy close up shot of my wife's face filled the screen.  I had almost forgotten how bad the low definition cameras from the 80s and 90s were, but there was no mistaking my wife's pretty young face. Carrie smiled for a moment and then laughed joyfully.  She had a warm pink glow on her cheeks and a sexy glimmer in her eyes.

"Turn that thing off," she giggled playfully.  Judging by her hairstyle and big eye glasses I estimated the recording was from the mid to late 1990s, sometime after we were married and while our kids were still young.  I'd bought our first video camera about that time and I figured that's what was being used but I didn't remember ever recording her like that.

"The camera loves you baby," a man off camera responded.  He had a deep baritone and I didn't recognize the voice but my wife seemed comfortable with him.

"Oh it does, does it?" Carrie replied with a flip of her long blonde hair and a sassy grin.  "What about you? Do you love me too?"

I felt my shoulders tense. My stomach started to churn and I felt a wave of nausea wash over me.  I was certain the video had been taken after we had been married and my breath caught in my chest.

"What do you think?" the stranger answered.  I heard a rustling and the camera shook a little as he did something off screen.

"I hope so," my wife sighed wistfully.  I felt like I'd been punched in the stomach. I wanted to stop the video but I couldn't look away. "Why are you putting my husband's camera on the tripod?"

"I want to tape this so you can use it when I'm deployed."

"You're bad," Carrie giggled but she didn't stop him and the recording played on.  The camera panned back to show my wife and the bed we had shared more than twenty years prior.  She was topless and her perky b cup breasts were flushed. Her nipples were taut and she breathed deep.  I heard more rustling off camera and my wife purred.

"Damn girl, your titties look good?" He said proudly. "Nipples all hard and shit for me."

"That's what you do to me baby," Carrie sighed. "I'm so fucking wet too." Her hand slipped into her shorts and she brazenly rubbed her pussy for the man off camera.  I had never seen her so overtly sexual or turned on and I continued to rack my brain as I tried to figure out who he was and when it might have been recorded.  In the early years of our marriage I had traveled a lot for work. Carrie was a stay at home mom until our kids started school and her opportunities were plentiful but I had never suspected that she was unfaithful.

"Make yourself cum for me baby girl," he said, directing her to lay back and remove her shorts while he zoomed in on her hairy pussy.  She looked amazing and I felt my dick straining against my zipper despite my angst over what I was witnessing.

"Are you going to fuck me if I do baby?"

"You want some dick?" He teased as he zoomed out to show her spread across the bed in naked splendor.

"I need it.  It's been too long and you are leaving for six months tomorrow morning."

"You do love your chocolate don't you baby girl?"

His confident laugh made me cringe but I couldn't look away. My head started to spin. I hadn't expected him to be black. Carrie had long maintained that she was not attracted to black men and I had believed her but in hindsight it was evident that she protested too much.

"I love dark chocolate," Carrie laughed and a soft groan slipped from my lips. I was no stranger to interracial fantasies and the fact that my wife was playing with herself for her black lover on camera had my dick as hard as it had been in years.

Her fingers were rubbing her pussy and her legs began to quiver and quake. Her stomach tensed and her pretty, golden brown eyes rolled back in her head.  I had seen my wife cum hundreds of times but never from her own hands. She was, for me at least, a largely vanilla woman, sexually, and she had always told me that she wasn't comfortable doing that with me watching.

He stepped into view of the camera and it focused on his broad, dark back. He was shirtless but still wearing jeans and my wife sat up with her legs spread wide.  She pulled him towards her, making sure the camera had a clear view, and eagerly fumbled with his zipper while I began to stroke my rock hard dick.

His cock sprung from his boxers and I gasped. It was long, thick and as black as night with an unclipped tip and he had big hairy balls.  My wife grabbed him with both hands and pulled back the foreskin. She started to suck on the exposed pink head and purred softly. Her tongue slithered across the tip and she looked up at him with a devilish grin. She looked happy and radiant and I struggled to breathe. My hedonistic excitement was juxtaposed with my anguish and angst. I couldn't believe what she was doing nor that I was stroking myself watching her suck a big black cock.

My hand moved slowly and I reached into my night stand for some lube.  I knew if I didn't go slow I would cum quickly and I was not prepared to finish before they did.

He stepped out of his boxers and jeans, climbed onto our bed and settled between Carrie's milky white thighs.  She had been a petite woman in her twenties and she looked diminutive beside his strong, muscular body.  His cock looked enormous. It jutted lewdly from his chiseled body and my wife groaned in blissful agony as he fed it into her tight, pink pussy.

Her guttural reaction was raw and sexual and I nearly came as it rattled in my head.  Her small hands clutched at his hips and coaxed him deeper until his balls pressed against her pale ass. The contrast between them was striking and I watched, dumbfounded and amazed, as he started to thrust.

His strokes were fluid and rhythmic and Carrie began to pant and moan wildly.  Her pussy queefed as he plunged deep and it sounded like a long, wet fart. It did it again as he backed out and he laughed.

"Your pussy is talking to me baby girl," he chuckled.  He paused deep and looked into my wife's wife, wanton eyes.

"It doesn't want you to leave baby," Carrie purred. She locked her ankles behind his ass and held him deep.  "It needs your big beautiful cock."

He nodded and grinned knowingly. "I don't want to go either baby girl."

He began to thrust faster and my wife's urgent pleas and moans filled my room.  I had, in 25 years, never seen her more ravenous and I struggled to delay my unavoidable climax as my shuddered anew from her own orgasm.  Her nails dug into his brown flesh and her hips gyrated and bucked against him.

"Fuck me baby, fuck me hard," Carrie pleaded. Her eyes were affixed with his and she clutched at her perky tits as one climax segued into the next.

My hand squeezed my turgid shaft and I watched with unblinking eyes. Sweat soaked his dark ebony body making it glisten and my wife's face and breasts were flushed. He had been inside her for more than 30 minutes and I had been edging my dick for the entirety of it.

"You ready to finish me off baby girl?" He asked as he pulled his cock from her frothy hole.  Her white creamy juices coated his dark flesh and she whimpered like a scolded puppy when he slipped from her gaping cunt.

"Yes," my wife hissed as her lover laid on the bed beside her. She looked into his eyes and kissed him  slow, deep and wet.  She swung her leg across his waist and reached between her legs to guide him back into her hungry hole. I could see the emotion in her eyes and a pit formed in my belly. I could tell by the way she looked at him and he looked at her that there was more between them than just sex. He hadn't told her he loved her when she asked but he did and I wanted to cry.

Carrie lowered her gorgeous ass onto his cock and her pussy swallowed him whole.  She slammed onto him hard and her ass jiggled with each thrust.

"Cum for me baby," she hissed wantonly. She kissed him and sucked on his tongue. The bed slapped against the wall and his breathing began to labor.

"I'm gonna cum," he warned.

"Cum for me, fill me up," my wife panted like a bitch in heat.

He started to groan and she sat hard on his big black cock. His balls tightened and I closed my eyes as my euphoric climax washed over me.  Ribbons of hot cum spewed from my cock, painting my stomach and chest with white cream as he emptied his balls in my wife's fertile pussy.

I felt conflicted in the aftermath of my orgasm. I was hurt with the knowledge that my wife had cheated on me twenty years earlier and I wondered how many times they were together. I wondered if they were others and how many times when I was traveling for business or for the guys trips she encouraged me to take she had fucked other men.  I couldn't deny that I had enjoyed watching her get properly fucked nor that he had fucked her better than I ever had. I was tangentially aware of cuckold porn and the cuckold hotwife dynamic. I had never been particularly turned on by the humiliation aspect of them but I couldn't deny that the video had awakened something inside of me. Despite the pain and angst I felt I wanted more. I needed more but I was unsure how to get it.