“Mmm, I like you already. Second question then. You open to being filmed? We’ve got a mask for those who are a little shy. The advantage of that is that hubby here will be too busy filming to join in and you’ll get me all to yourself.”
Ted wasn’t initially sure he was going to go for it. The stranger sighed and said, “Okay. I get to review the footage afterwards and delete anything I don’t like. Even with the mask, keep it away from my face and from the car. Sorry, but I’m a professional and can’t risk my career with anything being discovered.”
Ted reached into a bag at the back of the van and pulled out a cute bunny mask.
“Oh, adorable,” the stranger remarked.
“Left over from Easter. It’ll get the job done.” He pulled out his phone. “Lights, camera and over to Brenda.”
His wife shot him a dirty look. Fuck. He’d used her real name again. He’d get an ear-bashing for that later tonight, no doubt, but for the moment she turned back to their new friend with a smile. “Now let’s see what we have to work wi’ here, shall we.”
They’d put a small gym mat down at the front of the van and was onto that that Brenda now sunk to her knees. She pulled the belt loose from the trousers and dropped them to the floor. His cock was already straining through his boxers and she gave it a good rub. Even confined, she could tell it was going to be magnificent. Sticking one finger on each hand to the elastic, she slowly pulled forward until the force of his erection pushed it out of his underpants.
“Oh, my! Where have you been all my life. No offense, honey.” Brenda suddenly looked back at her husband.
Ted wasn’t the jealous type, but most of the guys they’d met so far had been similar in physique to him, or at least comparable. This guy was exceptional. Still, ‘Happy Wife, Happy Life’ had served him well as a mantra these past few month, so he nodded to her. “It’s okay.”
Brenda apparently needed no more assurance and got to work on the largest cock of her life. Ted got to work filming it. Brenda had promised him a proper video-camera for his birthday. Who was she fooling? She got more enjoyment from their movies than he did. Until then though, he was stuck with just the phone, which was okay during the day, but rather more grainy with just the weak van light coming through the grate from the front. He also found it difficult to zoom in and out with the touch controls. He did the best he could.
Filming his wife blowing another, more masculine, guy turned him on. It was a strange thing to admit, but it was impossible to remain in denial as he found his own cock pushing out against his trousers. At forty-five, it could be argued that Brenda was well past her prime, but ever since she’d unleashed this wild side, he’d found her hotter than ever before. And so did all the other men, from what he could tell. Here she was, taking this huge cock all the way down inside her mouth without even breaking her rhythm. He remembered the first time she’d sucked him off, in the back of his old Ford Fiesta on the way back from Skegness after that weekend away. Then she’d been timid and nervous. Later on in their marriage, she’d been bored and the blowjobs had been dutiful at best. Now, she sucked him and everyone else off like a champion. It was a wonder to behold, and behold it he often did. And tried to capture it for posterity.
Suddenly, the stranger turned to look out of the van. He suddenly took his cock in his own hands, pushing Brenda off him. Brenda, surprised, followed his gaze. Ted also turned around, camera in hand.
Standing there right not six foot from the van doors was a girl who couldn’t be more than twenty with long straight blonde and a heavy winter coat. She was holding the leashes of two big dogs, who were sniffing around the tires. She had a look of absolute amazement on her face.
“Oh, fuck,” said Brenda, still on her knees.
The girl took one last look and them and then suddenly fled in the opposite direction, dragging the dogs after her. There was an awkward silence as the trio watched her disappear.
“Ok,” said the stranger. “That was awkward. You think maybe we’d better call it an evening?”
“Not likely,” said Brenda. “Still we can’t stay here. You get back in your car and follow us. There’s another spot that we know. On the positive side, no-one else will be there. On the negative side, no-one else will be there.”
The guy nodded and did his trousers back up as well as he could around his still standing dick. He jumped back down from the back and headed back to the Volvo. Brenda wrapped her sweater around her shoulders and the couple set off in the van. They sat in silence as they drove to their alternate location.
Finally, Brenda broke the silence. “Who the fuck walks dogs this far into the moors in the dark?”
Ted tried to reassure her. “Don’t worry. She won’t go to the police. Who the hell would want to? And even if she did, it’s a legal grey area, like we researched. They won’t be arsed.”
“Yeah, right,” Brenda agreed. “But still, that’s put me right off, it has. And him being such a find and all.”
“Don’t worry, you’ll soon get the mood back. Just a bit of a shock is all. Look, how about here. This should be far enough in.”
He pulled the van in to park. “So, you’re fucking him right?” he asked.
Brenda looked up and snorted.
“Want to go bare?”
“You’re mad, you,” she said, but there was temptation there.
“I mean it. Let him fill you up wi’ his spunk and I’ll film it all dribbling out. You know you want to.” Ted didn’t know why he wanted her to do it so much, but he did.
“Yeah, well, want to and can do are two completely different things. Pass me those condoms from the glove compartment.”
Ted complied and they got out for round two, or at least another crack at round one.
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An hour later and the van was still in the same parking spot. Ted was standing just outside smoking a fag by the window and Brenda was watching a blow-by-blow playback of the footage on the phone.
“You’re getting better,” she remarked to her husband. “There’s a lot more genitals and a lot less feet in this one.”
Ted beamed with pride. “Well, keep it up and I’ll take you to L.A. as the world’s hottest new porn star. You want to post this one?”
“Sure, but we’d better edit it to take the girl out of it or else it might be her yer taking to L.A. Here, do you recognize her? I feel like I’ve seen her somewhere before.” She handed her husband the phone through the window. Without taking the cigarette out of his hand, he scrolled a few seconds back through the video and let it play. She was only in the frame for little more than a second, but her face was partially illuminated in red by the van’s brake lights. He played it again and tried to pause it exactly right. On the fourth go, he got it and looked at the screen thoughtfully.
“That bookstore – The one on the road south out of town. Girl behind the counter.”
Brenda looked at him in surprise. “Colour me impressed. I’ve got cousins you still can’t recognize after twenty-odd years of marriage. You musta fancied this one.”