The cameraman

My wife loves big cocks, and I discovered that I enjoy watching. My wife and I have tried making our own XXX videos, but with that damn camera on a tripod, it doesn’t work—we call it “the dead camera syndrome”.

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

When I left, I stopped in the men’s room to piss. A business-card-sized card, stuck on the wall, caught my eye. It was from a photographer who said he wanted to film a couple having sex. He said he’d make it a professional job for just $100.

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

I called the guy and explained that I got the card from the men’s room. I asked if it was his card and if he was serious. He said it was indeed his card and that he was dead serious. So we made an appointment for a filming session.

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

I asked to see his driver’s license; he was legal at 22—he just looked young. I took them to the bedroom, where Barb lay naked on our king-size bed. They both gasped when they saw her. I don’t know what they had expected.

The cameraman had an old-fashioned big VHS camera. He explained that it recorded directly onto a VHS tape, which he could take out and give to us; that made sense. He also explained that he didn’t use a tripod because he liked to walk around to get the best shots.

I wondered why he needed an assistant, but I didn’t ask. I took off my clothes. My wife took my cock in her hands like she had done so many times before and pulled it to her mouth. Soon it stood proudly erect.

The cameraman turned on the camera’s light and started filming. The young guy just stood there staring. The cameraman walked around for different angles; I enjoyed having my cock sucked, and Barb put on a good show for the camera.

While she continued sucking and licking my cock for his camera, I saw that the cameraman had a decent hard cock. He was wearing one of those loose fancy jogging suits and probably no underwear. Barbara saw it too and reached up to rub him while she sucked my cock and played with his.

Finally it dawned on me—I knew what the helper 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 that was thicker than the shaft.

Barb pulled him to her mouth and started alternating: first sucking mine, then his; she tried to get both heads in her mouth at once, but his head was too big for that. The young black guy’s cock was also rock hard and really pressing against his pants, even though he was filming my wife enjoying her two cocks.

The now ex-cameraman took off all his clothes—we three were all naked on the bed. He and I put Barb on her hands and knees. I stood behind her and placed a hand on each ass cheek; she reached back and guided my cock into her wet pussy.

I started fucking her slowly while he walked around to her face and rubbed his cock over her cheek, then stuck it in her mouth. She sucked on it passionately. Her pussy was so wet and tight that I wanted to cum, but I held back.

I pulled out of her and stepped aside. I gestured the helper closer, undid his belt, and pulled down his pants. He stepped out of his pants and handed me the camera. He climbed behind Barb on the bed and stuck his hard cock into her pussy.

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

They laid Barb on her back and fucked her in turns. She sucked one and got fucked by the other, and then the two guys switched sides. I filmed everything. I got great close-ups of the action.

After 20 or 25 minutes, it was time for the money shots. The white guy with the bigger cock exploded first and shot his thick white cum over her mouth, face, and tits. He shot big streams of cum wildly over her, and she loved it. I filmed how she smiled and licked her cum-smeared lips.

I walked over to the young helper—he had a hand on each ass cheek and was fucking her nice and slow with deep thrusts. He pulled his cock out until you could see the head, and then pushed it all the way in, balls deep.

I got on my knees and aimed the camera up. I could see his hard cock thrusting in and out—and then he exploded too. He shot his cum into her. Barb moaned and came at the same time as him. He probably spurted 7 or 8 times, because I could really see his shaft pulsing with each spurt.

When he pulled out, his cum streamed out of her. I filmed it all. Barb got up and went to take a shower. The two guys got dressed to leave.

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

We want to do this 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 fit and black) with nice big cocks—“at least 9 inches,” says Barb.