The cameraman

My wife loves big cocks, and I discovered that I love to watch. My wife and I have tried making our own XXX videos, but with the damn camera on a tripod, it's impossible—we call it "the dead camera syndrome".

This adventure began earlier this week when I went to the Foster Art Theatre (we're in Youngstown, OH) during my lunch hour, looking for a king-size cock for my wife, but I had no luck. Sometimes they were there, and sometimes not.

As I was leaving, I stopped in the men's bathroom to pee. A business-card-sized card stuck on the wall caught my attention. It was from a photographer who said he wanted to film a couple fucking. He said he'd do professional work for just $100.

I took the card and went back to work. During dinner that night, I told my wife Barbara about the card, and she said it sounded fun.

I called the guy and explained that I'd taken the card from the men's bathroom. I asked if it was his card and if he was serious. He told me it was indeed his card and that he was very serious. So we set up an appointment for a movie session.

Last night, he came to our house. I met him at the door—he was in his thirties, well-groomed, slim, and very polite. There was just one small problem: he brought another guy with him. He was black, with a shaved head, a small goatee, baggy pants, and a very youthful look.

I asked him to show me his driver's license; he was legal at 22—though he looked young. I took them to the bedroom, where Barb was lying naked on our king-size bed. Both gasped slightly when they saw her. I don't know what they expected.

The cameraman had a big old VHS camera. He explained that he recorded directly onto a VHS tape, which he could take out and leave with us; it made sense to me. He also explained that he didn't use a tripod because he liked to move around to get the best shots.

I wondered why he needed an assistant but didn't bother to ask. I took off my clothes. My wife took my cock in her hands like so many times before and brought it to her mouth. Soon I had it rock-hard.

The cameraman turned on the camera light and started recording. The young guy just stood there watching. The cameraman moved around to get different angles; I enjoyed getting my cock sucked, and Barb was putting on a good show for the camera.

While she kept sucking and licking my cock for his camera, I noticed the cameraman had a decent erection. He was wearing one of those loose, fancy jogging suits and probably no underwear. Barbara noticed too and reached out to rub it while sucking my cock and playing with his.

Finally, it dawned on me—I knew what the assistant was for. The cameraman handed the camera to his assistant and pulled down his pants, and his cock sprang into the air. I have seven inches, but his was much longer and thicker—probably 9 inches or so—with a head thicker than the shaft.

Barb took it into her mouth and started taking turns sucking mine and then his; she tried to fit both cock heads in her mouth at the same time, but his head was too big for that. The young black guy's cock was also rock-hard and really pressing against his pants, though he was busy filming my wife enjoying her two cocks.

The now ex-cameraman took off all his clothes—the three of us were naked on the bed. He and I put Barb on all fours. I positioned myself behind her and put a hand on each ass cheek; she reached back and guided my cock to her wet pussy.

I started fucking her slowly while he moved around her face and rubbed his cock on her cheek, then shoved it in her mouth. She sucked it passionately. Her pussy was so wet and tight I wanted to cum but decided to hold off.

I pulled out of her and stepped aside. I motioned to the assistant, unbuckled his belt, and pulled down his pants. He stepped out of them and handed me the camera. He climbed onto the bed behind Barb and shoved his hard cock into her pussy.

I stepped back and looked through the viewfinder. It was really impressive to watch—the guy was fucking my wife from behind, and another was fucking her face. Slowly and deliberately, I filmed one end and then the other; I had become the cameraman.

They put Barb on her back and took turns fucking her. She sucked one and got fucked by the other, then the two guys switched ends. I filmed it all. I got some great close-ups of the action.

After 20 or 25 minutes, it was time for the cumshots. The white guy with the bigger cock exploded first and shot his thick white cum over her mouth, face, and tits. He blasted big spurts of cum wildly all over her body, and she loved it. I got shots of her smiling and licking her cum-soaked lips.

I moved around the young assistant—he had a hand on each ass cheek and was fucking her nice and slow with deep thrusts. He'd pull his cock out until the head showed, then slide it all the way in, balls-deep.

I knelt and aimed the camera upward. I could see his hard cock going in and out—then he exploded too. He shot his cum inside her. Barb moaned and came right with him. Probably spurted 7 or 8 times, since I could see his shaft pulsing with each spurt.

When he pulled out, his cum flowed out of her. I captured it all on tape. Barb got up and went into the shower. The two guys got dressed to leave.

I gave him his hundred, and he gave me the tape. I walked both of them to the door, said "thanks," shook their hands, and they left. What a great business transaction.

We'd like to do it again, but this time we're not hiring a cameraman—I'm going to be the cameraman. What we need are a few guys (preferably in shape and black) with big, nice cocks—"at least 9 inches," says Barb.