Once the bottle of chardonnay was empty, I got up off the couch, and took our empty glasses out to the kitchen. I refilled them from a wine box and came back out. “Let’s watch television in here?” I told Marilyn, nodding my head towards the bedroom.
She wagged her finger at me. “I know what kind of television you want to watch!”
I just gave her my most pious and innocent look. I went into the bedroom and set our glasses on the nightstand, and then turned on the small television we had on the dresser at the end of the bed. Then I went back to the dresser and pulled the drawer open, and pulled out a videotape.
The video cassette recorder was one of the biggest innovations in the pornography business since the original invention of sex. It dragged sex movies out of the sleazy downtown theaters it had been relegated to and brought them into people’s bedrooms. Suddenly what had been something that only men watched, alone and in the dark, became something to be shared with wives and girlfriends. I can remember back at Kegs, during the mid-Seventies, when VCRs were still very expensive, whenever the frat would have a smoker and show dirty movies, they would be actual movies. We had a Super 8 projector, and would buy movies from Cinema Arts (known to us as Skinema Arts) down in Troy.
The effect on the videotape business was astounding! By many accounts, by the late Seventies and early Eighties, porn videos, usually sold or rented from back rooms of Mom-and-Pop video stores, accounted for a huge percentage of the sales of the entire video industry, and the majority of the profits!
The VCR also had a democratizing effect on porn. Now, in combination with the new technology of video cameras, you could even make your own porn! Suddenly, all across America, adventurous couples were filming themselves getting nasty. No matter how prudish the local environment, or how stringent the local laws, the genie could not be put back in the bottle. As the saying went, ‘It’s a billion dollar a year business, but it’s not 10 guys spending $100 million each!’
Marilyn came in and saw me, and gave me a smile, and then went into the bathroom. I hit the rewind button and propped some pillows up at the head of the bed, and grabbed the remote control. I had sprung for the ‘fancy’ VCR! I settled back on the bed as the tape finished rewinding and then hit the play button. Marilyn came out of the bathroom as the credits began rolling. She crawled up on the bed next to me and lay back against the propped up pillows, and I handed her a wine glass. She sipped from it and then snuggled up against me.
Deep Throat was an amazing movie for the time. Extremely explicit, it showed oral sex, vaginal sex, and even a scene or two with anal sex, virtually unheard of at the time. As the movie started, I set my wine glass on my nightstand and put an arm around my wife’s shoulders. She drank some wine and then set it down, and cuddled up against me.
As the movie progressed, I quickly had a hand inside her open shirt, toying with her tits, as Marilyn squirmed around and got into position to return the favor. She unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it open, but then continued south, to undo my pants and lower my zipper. I had been hoping for some after dinner action, and had left my briefs in the hamper. She murmured happily and began gently stroking my cock. By the time the orgy scene had arrived, Marilyn had pulled my shirt and pants off, and I had stripped her naked, and she was laying with her head on my stomach, watching the movie as she softly sucked my cockhead.
I wanted more, tonight, lots more! I laid my hands on her head and bare back, keeping her in place, and began to hump my hips upwards, fucking my cock into her mouth. “Just like that,” I whispered to her. “Suck me off and make me come!” Marilyn didn’t respond, but her actions were response enough. She began jacking my shaft and suctioning my cock head. I groaned happily and kept her head in my lap, and five minutes later, I was filling her mouth with my jism.
We took a small breather at that point, sitting upright and drinking some more wine, but then we were back laying on the bed together and touching each other. We didn’t actually start fucking again until towards the end, during the threesome scene with Linda Lovelace, Harry Reems, and Carol Connors. At that point I shifted over on the bed, and Marilyn got on top in a reverse cowgirl position, so we could keep watching as we fucked.
Afterwards, Marilyn snuggled next to me naked on the bed, while I hit the remote and rewound the film. “Was that the kind of practice you were talking about earlier?”
“Absolutely! In fact, if we got a video camera, we could tape ourselves and improve our performance,” I teased.
Marilyn stiffened at the thought and looked at me suspiciously. “No way! No how! Never!”
“But honey, all the football teams tape their games to learn from. Think of it as taping our game!” I continued.
She twisted around to look at me, and saw the mocking expression on my face. That got me a punch in the ribs. “You can tape your own game! Leave me out of it!” I just laughed at the idea.
I got Marilyn another glass of wine, as she went into the bathroom and cleaned up. She came out wearing a tiny little silk robe I had bought her, and I pulled on my pants and we went out to the living room. It was still relatively early. I continued to top off her glass while I recovered my strength. After a bit, Marilyn saw through my ploy.
She drained her wine glass. “Are you trying to get me drunk?” she asked, smiling at me.
I poured from my glass into hers. “Honey, why would I do a thing like that?” I went into the kitchen and refilled my glass. Marilyn followed and I filled hers as well.
“You probably want me to do something naughty. Or you want to do something naughty.” Her eyes were twinkling as she said this, and she was grinning.
“Marilyn! How can you say that? What sort of naughty things could you imagine me doing?”
“You’ll probably want to have sex again! Probably more than once!”
I gave her an innocent shrug. “Is that such a bad thing?”
She came closer and rubbed herself against me. “Over and over! You’ll probably want to fuck me all night long!” Marilyn must have really gotten drunk! She never talked like that normally, but liquor had been known to bring her horniness to the surface. “You’ll probably want me to do things to you!”
“Like what?” I probed.
“Sex things! Things good girls don’t do!”
I refilled her glass some more. She was still drinking from it as we stood in the kitchen. “Maybe you’re not a good girl. Maybe you’re actually a bad girl. Maybe you want to do things that bad girls do! What do bad girls do?”
“They suck cocks!” Marilyn started groping me through my pants.
Well, I certainly didn’t have anything against that idea, but I started getting an even more wicked idea. “Well, then, come with me. I want to learn more about this.” I took my wife’s hand and led her out of the kitchen and back into the bedroom.
Once in the bedroom, I positioned her facing the mirror over the dresser, and stood behind her. Reaching around her from behind, I undid the tie holding the belt around her robe, and pulled it loose. In fact, I pulled it completely off her robe, slipping it from the loops on the robe. Then I peeled the robe from her shoulders and let it slip to the floor. “If you’re going to be a bad girl, I’m going to have to treat you as a bad girl,” I whispered into her ear. As I looked at her reflection, her nipples were clearly erect, and she gave a small whimper and shuddered in my arms. I pulled her arms behind her and then gently used the silk tie to her robe to bind her hands loosely behind her. It wasn’t tight, but it was secure, and Marilyn wasn’t going to be able to resist me.