Sunday is laundry day...

It's also the only day my husband and I can actually sleep in, as we work 6 days a week. Mind you, I'm not complaining; it's enabled us to have a comfortable lifestyle. We go out to dinner when we want, we can have weekend getaways, have nice cars, etc. But Sundays are sacred. There's no waking up one minute before the alarm goes off and having to dread leaving the comfort of our bed.

On this particular Sunday morning, I was woken up out of my dreams by something else: my husband's hand caressing my back, which admittedly felt really good! I was laying on my left side, my back to him, so he had easy access. His hand had found its way underneath my tank top and was rubbing me from the back of my neck down to my ass.

I let out an annoyed sigh because I knew what that meant, and I can rarely even open my eyes before my first sip of coffee, let alone "perform". Morning sex has never been my favorite, and my husband knew that. Have to give him props for trying, though!

His hand moved along my right side and then cupped my right breast, his finger massaging the nipple. I was about to shoo his hand away but then he moved it down over my belly, under my shorts, and down to the center of me. The finger that was rubbing my nipple was now massaging my clit. The urge to move his hand away immediately passed, and I let him work his magic.

He eased a finger inside me, then two. Okay, I thought, this is happening. He moved them in and out slowly and my body shuddered. His thumb had taken over rubbing my clit as his other fingers were getting moistened by my now, very much awake, pussy.

I reached down and pulled down my shorts as my breathing got faster. I could feel his cock pressed against my ass as he got closer behind me, still laying down and still under the sheets.

I lifted my right leg up slightly as an invitation for him and he gladly accepted, replacing his fingers with his cock as he plunged deep into me.

He placed his hands on my hips from behind and moved in and out at a quickening pace and I threw the covers off, letting the cool morning air hit both of our bodies.

With a sudden dizzying burst of pleasure, I came all over his thrusting member, still buried in my depths. For a moment, he withdrew, and I seized the chance to turn over onto my back, taking his cock in my hand and directing it right back into my pulsating pussy. I was amazed that he lasted as long as he did. Maybe his brain wasn't fully awake yet for a Sunday morning, but his dick definitely was.

He fucked me for a good minute before he took it out and started stroking it himself above my belly. I arched my back in anticipation, and then he sprayed his ropes all over me. My breasts, between my breasts, my neck, even my chin. I wouldn't have been surprised if it ended up in my hair, as well. He grunted with each burst of a new rope, then let his cock rest on my pussy, still trickling out his milky goodness. I could feel the warm liquid make its way down my pussy lips and onto the sheet underneath. Oh, well, I thought. It's laundry day.

Totally spent, my husband spun around and plopped down next to me on the bed, both of us trying to catch our breath. He held my hand, and we just lay there letting the dim morning sunlight from the open windows wash over our bodies. I could see his cum glistening on my breasts and my pussy was still warm from his contribution down there.

After a short moment, he said, "Well that was nice!". We both laughed, as it had been quite a while since we had totally spontaneous morning sex. It was nice, I thought. "Let me get you a tissue", he continued and started to get up.

"A tissue?", I replied sarcastically, "How about an industrial strength towel? You went everywhere!"

All the cum was beginning to dry, anyway, so instinctively started to peel it off like a scab.

I was drifting back into my own thoughts when out of the blue he said, "We should record ourselves next time."

Record ourselves? My mind drifted back to our college days when he would take Polaroid pictures of my tits in his dorm room, and I would do the same to his cock. There were also a few blurry pictures of him inside me, and then the aftermath of cum all over my chest. Somewhere in our house, we still had those old pictures in a box, I was sure of it.

"You mean make a video?", I asked.

"Yes! Our own private porno!" he laughed. "It could be kind of hot, don't you think?"

I looked at the drying mess all over me, and then over to him. The simple act of us talking about this was making him hard again.

"Let me think about it, okay?" I pondered it for a bit, and it did sound kind of fun. Horrifying, but fun. The thought of being able to see ourselves fucking on video...let's just say my 20-year-old college body was a bit different than my current one!

"First, I NEED to take a shower!" I said and got out of bed, leaving him there in his own thoughts, a goofy smile on his face.

I went into the bathroom, closed the door, and turned on the water. As I waited for it to warm up to a tolerable temperature, I looked at myself in the full-length mirror on the back of the door. I certainly didn't have the body I had in college, but I still didn't look half bad. I needed to tone up a little, but I didn't look half bad...

In the light of the bathroom, it had become clear just how much cum my husband had released on me. There were dried white splotches everywhere; my shoulder, under my left ear...and yes, he managed to get some in my hair. Ugh.

I tested the water with my hand, satisfied that it was nice and warm, and I stepped into the shower, closing the curtain behind me. Not even 30 seconds later I heard the bathroom door open, along with the metallic scrape as he pulled the curtain open and stepped in with me.

He was fully erect again. What! I smiled and shook my head as he gently turned my body away from him. He placed his hands on my hips and I leaned forward into the warm stream of water. He rubbed his cock up and down my ass cheeks a few times before sliding into me for Round 2.

After a week of discussion and planning we decided to go through with recording ourselves. We decided the following Sunday was the best day because neither of us had to work. We had the whole day.

I warned him when we went to bed that Saturday night, the eve of filming our "sex tape", that morning sex was not going to be an option this time.

The week leading up to it, my husband had turned our bedroom into a makeshift porn studio. Cameras, lighting, new black satin sheets, and an orange glowing rock salt lamp.

I had visited the tanning salon a few times and had successfully gotten myself a few shades darker. I even scheduled a Brazilian bikini wax but chickened out at the last minute. I opted to shave myself as smooth as possible down there, and it was fine.

I think my husband had the hardest job. He pledged to not cum for the entire week leading up to filming. No sex, no blow jobs, no discretely sneaking off to the bathroom to jerk off, nothing. He wanted his buildup to be substantial for the "money shot".

I, however, was allowed to use my toys to pleasure myself as often as I wanted, which I did. I couldn't believe how excited I had become about all this. The thought of having sex in front of a camera was becoming a huge turn-on for me, and I would take my various toys into the shower with me every night and masturbate as quietly as possible; I didn't want to torture my husband with my moans and gasps coming from the shower.

Finally...it was Sunday. We got out of bed, got dressed and treated ourselves to breakfast at a diner not too far from the house. Over coffee, we were trying to choreograph the scene we'd be filming later that day. Should we show a blow job? Hand job? Should he use my toys on me? Should I? Should he eat me out? Where should he cum? In me or on me?

We had spent the past week preparing our bodies and our bedroom, but when it came to an actual scene, we were drawing a blank.

We came to the conclusion that the morning sex we'd had last Sunday was some of the best sex we'd ever had simply because it was spontaneous. Now, it was going to be impossible to be spontaneous in front of a camera, but we were going to try to recapture that mood. I honestly don't know why we were stressing it so much. This was before we started posting our content to ANY sites, and it never even crossed our minds to post it anywhere. This was experimental and just for us.

We drove home from the diner and immediately went upstairs to use the bathroom and freshen up. He had positioned the primary camera on a tri-pod next to the side of the bed and the lens was aimed downward, directly over the full length of the bed. That was to be the stationary shot. He was going to use another small hand-held video camera for closeups from his perspective.

I was wearing a pair of faded blue jeans and white button-down shirt over my favorite red bra, with matching red panties.

My husband stripped down completely naked, as he was the one to be holding the camera. He was nervous (as was I) and not fully erect yet. It just kind of flopped around he positioned the lights, then repositioned them. I just stood there in the bedroom and watched, laughing to myself.

"Are you ready?" he asked. Ready? I thought. I have no idea what we're doing! But I nodded silently. "Just do what comes natural" he continued. He then started the primary camera, and it started recording with a beep. After that, he turned on the camera in his hand, which made the same sound.

He walked up to me and motioned for me to turn around, so my back was toward him, which I did.

I couldn't see it, but later I learned that he was filming me from my feet, and slowly moved the camera up my body. The hand that wasn't holding the camera reached around to the front of my jeans and unbuttoned them. I took the cue and unzipped them myself and seductively pulled them down to my ankles and kicked them off, exposing my red panties. His hand softly caressed my ass and then, with a sudden jerking move he ripped them off me...totally shredding them. Damn, I thought, I liked those!

His cock was stiffening up now, because he pressed it against my ass, then started slapping it against my bare skin. My back was still to him, so I began to unbutton the shirt until it was completely open. Feeling the camera on me, I let the shirt drop down my arms and it joined my jeans on the floor, along with what was left of my panties.

I chose the red bra because it clasped in the front, and I thought would make its removal sexier, but he was still behind me. At that point I turned around to face him, the camera trained on my tits. With both hands I unclasped it and let my breasts drop as they were now freed from the restraints of the lingerie. In almost slow motion, I let it slip from my fingers and fall to the floor as I now stood completely naked in front of him. At last, his dick was at full attention. The camera still on me, I turned my gaze down to it and noticed a small amount of pre-cum oozing from it. This poor guy hasn't had a release in week, I remembered!

I wiped it with my index finger then took the finger into my mouth, licking it off. For a moment we both just stood there. This was totally unscripted, but I was getting more comfortable. Having the camera on me was really getting me off. This was fun.

I decided I was going to have to make the first move, so I dropped to my knees on the tan, freshly vacuumed bedroom carpet and took his cock in my hand. My thumb massaged the head for a moment before I wrapped my lips around the tip and kissed it. And kissed it again. It smelled like the lavender soap we used in the shower. Above me, he held the camera as we officially documented our first on-screen blow job.

I took it all the way into my mouth and moved back and forth over the veiny skin of my husband's beautiful cock, my tongue gliding over it. He was definitely enjoying this as I could feel it expand and quiver in my mouth, like a caged animal desperate for release. I was enjoying it, too, but I didn't want him to cum yet. Otherwise, this would be the shortest sex tape in the world.

I pulled my head back from it, until it was out of my mouth, and it bobbed up and down, dripping with my saliva. I stood up and walked over to the bedside table, opening the drawer to get one of my vibrators. I pulled out a simple pink one with a shorter shaft and a clit stimulator. His camera followed me the whole time as I eased onto the bed and laid down, now in full view of the primary camera overhead. I switched on the toy, and spang to life with a soft buzzing sound. I rubbed it against my pussy lips, working up a lather before inserting it. I let out a gasp as it went in. The clit stimulator began doing its job, as well. My husband had moved in closer and was now kneeling next to me on the bed with his camera about a foot away from the action.

I moved it quicker in and out of me until I couldn't take it anymore and I came harder than I was expecting. My whole body shook and tingled. I dropped the toy on the bed beside me and it rolled off and dropped to the floor, still vibrating. My eyes went back into my head, and I was still writhing.

When I regained focus, I noticed that my husband had turned off his camera, set it aside on his table, and had positioned his head between my legs, which now felt like spaghetti. Before I could even think he put his tongue on my pussy and licked up and over my clit, where it settled and began to dance. My whole body reacted and twitched. He grabbed my legs from underneath just to keep his tongue on me.

Absolutely amazing...He worked my pussy so well that I felt like I was going to cum again. The sound of him slobbering all over my lips drove me crazy and I screamed as I had a second orgasm. His tongue never left my pussy, and he writhed along with me. For him it must have been the sexual equivalent of riding a mechanical bull.

He finally pulled his head away and sat up between my now useless legs. I was breathing hard and fast, and instinctively yelled, "PUT IT IN!"

Not having to be told twice, my husband teased my swollen pussy lips with the head of his penis for a few seconds before plunging into me full force. There was no gradual picking up the pace this time. He drilled me like he was looking to strike oil. Our bodies made the familiar clapping sound as he pounded away. Both of us grunting, we had forgotten about the camera above us recording every powerful thrust.

For a guy that hadn't ejaculated in a week, he lasted a while. Or...what seemed like a while. We had both lost all sense of time as we immersed ourselves in the experience.

Finally, he withdrew. He had started to cum while he was still inside me and I could see a rope of it from my pussy up to his cock. He started spraying me in a relentless series of spurts. It bounced off my breast and into my open mouth. It flew above my head and hit the headboard. It went to my neck and began to pool at my throat. One of the spurts splashed my right cheek and dripped onto the pillow. My entire chest was covered. A few ropes had missed me entirely and had settled onto our brand-new sheets. I had never seen him cum so much...

At last, he was done. His cock was still spasming with penis dry heaves. He was breathing as hard as I was, and he looked in amazement at what his body had produced. Both of us started to laugh, I mean it was ridiculous.

My body was beginning to relax from the fuck-trauma, and I could feel my breathing getting back to normal.

Then, unexpectedly, he put it back in.

What??

It was still rock hard, and he slid back inside me with ease, using his own plentiful supply cum as lubricant. My body was completely wasted, and I just lay there astonished as he started fucking me all over again. Not nearly as passionate or forceful this time, but that was okay. I felt like I wouldn't be able to walk for a month at this point.

After a moment or two he withdrew from me again, and this time the cum just kind of oozed out and ran down the shaft of his cock. No ropes this time!

He let out a long breath and collapsed on his back next to me, probably landing in a wet spot.

We just laid there for a while in silence. It was then that we realized that we were both staring up at the overhead camera, which was still rolling. I turned to him smiling and said, "End scene!" We both started cracking up, and we didn't stop for a long time. Thank God it was laundry day.

In the days and weeks and months that followed, we seemed closer, if that makes any sense. We've always been deliriously happily married, the kind of married couple that other married couples love to hate. But we definitely were even closer now. It was so much fun to do. We'd do more in the following months and ended up posting them. We'd take pictures and post them, too, and we'd enjoy it without ever taking ourselves too seriously.

We watched that first video exactly once. Then we put in on a flash drive, and we put the flash drive into our safe. It was our secret, and something that would belong to only us.

Some people might say that making this kind of content is the purist act of vanity, but we disagree. We still have PLENTY of unrecorded sex; way more than we actually DO record. Sharing some of it is fun for us. It's definitely enhanced our sex life, and when you're with the same person for over 30 years you absolutely have to reinvent yourselves from time to time. It's the spark that keeps you going as a couple and makes you feel like every night is your wedding night.

Just make sure you establish a laundry day.