That evening, I turned on the TV and put my feet up.That evening, I turned on the TV and put my feet up. I couldn't find anything I was interested in to watch (mostly summer reruns). The I remembered the box of tapes. When we were married, my husband rented a couple of x-rated films. It had been good for and evening and we ended up in bed trying to recreate some of the scenes. There was about twenty tapes in the box. Some were in slick professional boxes and others were in blank tape boxes. I took a couple of the blank boxes ( I was curious) and closed the drapes and popped one into the machine. It turned out to be what is called an "amateur" type tape. It was an ordinary couple (which later turned into a trio when a second woman arrived) making love. No plot but plenty of action. As I mentioned earlier, I don't have much of a social life. I haven't been with a man (or woman, animal, vegetable, inanimate objects, etc.) since my marriage broke up. My only release has been masturbation, but even that hasn't been too frequent. I found my hand gravitating to my lap as I watched the first tape. When it ended (it was only 30 minutes long), I went to my bedroom and removed my clothes and put a robe on. I took a towel (so I wouldn't stain the couch) and returned to the living room. I put in the second tape and sat back. It featured a very pretty girl masturbating. Soon, I was mimicking her actions. I really enjoyed myself that night and vowed to improve my sex life, even if it just meant more masturbating. I found a note from Bill in the box. It said that Jack preferred tapes with lots of women, mostly solo and to always make sure that his stash had atleast one of these. At first, when I brought in tapes to trade out with Jack, he was embarrassed, but as the weeks and months pasted, he grew more at ease. We would often talk in the afternoons (but he would never bring up the subject of the tapes or ask for new ones, preferring to wait until I chose to bring in a new one). |