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Subject: {ASSM} Videotape Evidence (M/F+, cheat)
Date: Sun, 22 Jul 2001 00:10:03 -0400
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Videotape Evidence (M/F+, cheat)
videoproof@hotmail.com

Last month "Jeff," my boyfriend of three years, had to leave the
country for business. Two recent break-ins in the neighborhood made
him uneasy about leaving his house (and valuable guitar collection)
alone overnight. He was still in the process of researching the best
security systems so he asked if I would mind housesitting Friday -
Sunday. That fit into my schedule so I said sure, being interested in
easy access to his washer and dryer! (I'm perpetually behind in doing
laundry and can rarely find the time to visit a laundromat.)

I went to Jeff's house after work on Friday and let myself in with a
key he had given me for the weekend, with a reminder that it would be
returned to him on Sunday. I wasted the rest of the evening watching
cable TV and eventually went to bed. Most of Saturday was spent doing
laundry and watching videos/DVDs from his collection. By Saturday
evening I was bored out of my mind! I missed my boyfriend and was a
bit annoyed that he hadn't called to check in. I was tempted to go out
for awhile but figured he'd get upset if he called and I wasn't there.

I still feel guilty about what happened next, and I realize now that I
was asking for trouble.

It all started with casually opening his desk drawers. Nothing that
exciting inside, just a lot of paperwork, pens, and computer disks. I
found clothes and a bit of cash in the bedroom dresser. Then my
attention turned to his closet, a walk-in with three shelves. That's
where I found it -- a small safe on the bottom shelf, covered by a
pile of winter sweaters. It was fairly heavy for its size, but I was
able to pick it up. I placed the safe on the bedroom floor and
contemplated what I would do with it.

At this point the phone rang and I jumped! It was Jeff, calling from
Canada to see how I was doing. I tried my best to not sound guilty or
distracted. I explained that I was watching a movie on TV and doing
laundry. Good thing he didn't ask which movie, I was so nervous that I
would've stumbled over my answer. He asked if I would clean his
kitchen (a running joke between us, he knows I hate to clean up after
him) and I said "Maaaaybe, if I get bored." He described a fruitless
business meeting he had been in all afternoon but it was hard to
concentrate on what he was saying. I had my mind on other things.

The conversation over, I went back to the bedroom, thinking I should
just return the safe to the closet. I think I almost convinced myself
to do the right thing, but when I saw the hunk of metal sitting there
on the floor I just couldn't pretend I hadn't found it. Call it
curiosity, call it lack of morals or lack of respect for privacy, but
I needed to know what was inside!

I examined the lock and thought about where the key could be hidden.
Having read plenty of Nancy Drew books as a kid, I knew several hiding
spots where it could be: a hollow bedpost, the flour jar, taped to the
bottom of a drawer, behind a loose stone in the garden wall. Oh wait,
he doesn't have a garden wall. :) The hunt was on! I won't bore you
with details of my search, but I eventually found the key, about two
hours later, on a key chain in a location I won't reveal. Suffice to
say, it was a clever spot and would foil any thief, but not a curious
girlfriend with plenty of time on her hands.

Have you thought about what might be inside the safe? Imagine how I
was feeling! I took a deep breath, unlocked the safe, and opened the
lid. Inside I found more bundled cash, a couple zip disks, business
papers, and three unlabelled videotapes.

Woah! 

How could I not watch those tapes? I was burning with curiosity after
my long search for the key. There was no way I could put the tapes
away at this point, not after everything I went through just to open
the damn safe up. The logical part of my brain said "It's just
inventory of his guitars and computer equipment for insurance
purposes" so I headed straight to the TV room, trying to ignore the
nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I wasn't really prepared for what I saw: a naked Jeff pounding into a
blonde girl who was clearly NOT me. After about 15 seconds of pure
shock I screamed and entertained serious thoughts of doing damage to
his prized guitars. Have you ever seen the movie Waiting to Exhale?
Yeah, you know the scene I am talking about if you have! A woman in
the movie torches her husband's luxury car and expensive clothing when
she learns he is cheating on her.

After a few minutes of crying I hit the play button again to get a
good look at Jeff's hair. I screamed "YOU BASTARD!" when I realized
his hair was short on the videotape. His hair was past his shoulders
when we met but he cut it short just a few weeks after we began
dating. What I was watching had definitely been recorded after we
started seeing each other.

I then decided that I should scan through all of the tapes, just to
see if I could recognize any of the sluts he was fucking. I wanted to
know if one of my friends had betrayed me. I began fast-forwarding
from one girl to the next, crying and shouting at the television but
after a few minutes I had to stop. I had seen enough.

I ran to the bathroom where I peeled off my clothes and jumped in the
shower. I wanted to scrub away all the hurt I was feeling. I wasted
three years of my life with this jerk, what did I do to deserve this?
It didn't take long for the hot water to run out and I cursed the
laundry and cursed the hot water tank and cursed Jeff for being an
asshole. Fortunately, the brief shower had a calming and centering
effect on me. I toweled off and thought about the tapes with a
rational mind. I needed to see more, I needed to arm myself with facts
and evidence. I put on some clean clothes and returned to the TV room
where I sat down and resumed watching the first tape.

It was obvious that the camera was set up in Jeff's bedroom closet,
pointed directly at the bed. The girls probably had no idea there was
a camera recording their every move. Every encounter started with Jeff
turning the camera on and then walking back to the bed, with the
closet door left partially open. That was all the camera needed to fit
the entire bed in its viewfinder. As I was sitting there, thinking
about where the camera was and how he set it up, what really surprised
me was my reaction to what I was seeing. I couldn't believe it, but I
was getting turned on! I have watched porn movies with boyfriends
before and that was usually a turn-on, but that was different. This
was MY boyfriend I was watching on TV, bringing another girl to
orgasm!

I couldn't see her face clearly but she was on her back, completely
naked. Her legs were bent at the knees and spread wide. She was
massaging her smallish breasts while Jeff was rubbing her pussy with
his right hand between her legs. Her reaction to his efforts didn't
surprise me. I've had my share of lovers but nobody, and I mean
nobody, ever got me off with his fingers the way Jeff does. He knows
exactly where to touch, how fast to rub, how much pressure on the clit
is necessary (gentle, not too hard), and he's tireless. I've never met
a man so interested in my orgasm, and it was pretty clear that he
cared about her orgasm as well. I could see that he was talking to her
but the camera didn't pick up any words. It was probably the same sort
of thing he says to me. He likes to murmur things like "Your pussy is
going to feel so good" and "Are you going to come for me?"

After just a few minutes she came hard, crying out "Fuck me now! Now!"
Jeff wasted no time in unrolling a condom and positioning himself
between her legs. I watched in part shock and part awe at the way he
drilled himself into her, hard and furious. She was pushing herself
off the bed to meet his every stroke and their mutual cries of passion
were, to be honest, stunning. I was eager to watch his orgasm. When he
finally came I was close to coming as well -- and I wasn't even
touching myself. I felt lightheaded and went to the bathroom to splash
cold water on my face.

I looked in the bathroom mirror and thought "What am I doing?!" I was
incredibly turned on by my boyfriend cheating on me, how sick and
wrong was that? I had the evidence in front of me, which gave me every
reason to leave his house and never return any of his phone calls.

I couldn't help myself, I returned to the TV room and watched the rest
of the tapes. The first video (it was about 3/4 full) had been
recorded after we began dating. The second tape looked to be several
years old. His hair was still long in these encounters and I noticed
his body was a bit more toned. For some reason this didn't turn me on
as much, I was mainly interested in what he was doing (and WHO he was
doing) AFTER he met me! That still seems weird to me too.

The final tape was mixed, the first half was older stuff but about
halfway through I was blown away to watch myself having sex on
videotape. Yes, my boyfriend had taped the first time he fucked me. It
was actually pretty weird to compare my memories of that night with
what played out on the television screen. In my mind it was a sweet
romantic experience but the video made it look like a lustful
anonymous one night stand. By watching the first two tapes I had
already learned that he never recorded the same girl more than once,
and sure enough that was my only appearance on the tapes.

I was especially interested in seeing who he had sex with the first
time after me. The next scene started like all the others, with Jeff
turning the camera on and fumbling in the closet. The first thing I
saw was a close-up blur of his shirt and then his back as he walked
away from the camera towards the bed. She was sitting on the bed,
fully clothed and extremely cute and petite, maybe 5'3". I was
impressed at the size of her breasts on such a small frame and I was
envious of her long, long dark hair. I know how much Jeff loves long
hair on girls.

We live in a college town so I wasn't that surprised to guess her age
at around 21, maybe even younger. I know he's attracted to girls
younger than himself, we started dating when I was 22 and he was 31.
At the time he mentioned his last girlfriend before me had been 21.
(He always comments on the college girls when we're out, pointing out
the ones he thinks are especially slutty and horny, which I always
thought was a bit weird but his commentary was funny. Of course I had
no idea he's actually fucking girls like that!!)

Jeff sat on the bed next to the girl and started rubbing her back. I
could hear him talking to her but I wasn't sure what he said. She
smiled and laughed a bit and nodded a lot. She looked very sweet and
nervous. After a few minutes of muffled conversation (which I actually
watched, hoping I'd pick up something he said) Jeff stood up and
unbuckled his belt. The girl hesitantly reached up and unzipped his
pants. Jeff slid his pants off and sat on the edge of the bed. He
motioned "down" and the girl kneeled in front of him. She started
licking his cock as he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it onto the
floor. She was wearing a tight pink babydoll t-shirt so he stopped her
and pulled her shirt off over her head. She undid her bra and he
played with her breasts for a minute as she knelt before him.

Watching this, I was sitting on the couch naked from the waist down,
rubbing my clit and straining to pick up any bit of conversation. For
some reason I really wanted to hear what he was saying to her!

She resumed sucking him off, while he cradled her head in his hands. I
could tell by the look on his face that he was pleased with her oral
talents. After a few minutes he stopped her again and laid down on the
bed. She stepped out of her jeans and panties before he pulled her
onto the bed beside him. He opened the nightstand and took out a
condom, handing it to her. She opened it and unrolled it onto his cock
and then climbed on top of him. (I had an orgasm watching the moment
she first slid down.) She started out slow, teasing him. He was
probably telling her to take it slow at first, that's what he always
tells me. She leaned forward slightly so he could comfortably hold her
breasts and tweak her nipples as she rode him, eventually making him
come.

I expected the scene to end here, with Jeff walking towards the closet
and turning off the camera. Instead he walked off screen (probably to
the bathroom to clean up) for few minutes. I watched as the girl
arranged herself on the bed, making no move to put her clothes on or
even cover up.

When he returned he got back into bed next to her and they nuzzled for
a minute. There was more talking that I couldn't hear. Jeff asked her
a question and she nodded and opened her legs in response. "Not
again?!" I thought but instead of entering her with his cock he began
nibbling the inside of her thighs. She giggled, squealed "That
tickles!" so he moved up and began licking her pussy. I could tell he
was really into it and she responded with a lot of tiny ooh-ooh-ooh
high pitched whining noises. Jeff rarely goes down on me so I was
incredibly jealous of seeing evidence that he was pretty excited to be
doing it to some other girl! He used his tongue and fingers to get her
off. It was a strange thrill to watch the orgasm build in her small
body, watching her moan and wiggle under his tongue.

The videotapes were full of encounters just like this. I was amazed at
the variety of girls he brought home. Some were rather young and one
woman looked to be in her 40s. (Jeff is 34 now but he easily passes
for 24-25.) Most were attractive but there were some girls he would
_never_ look at twice in public.

I will admit that I made myself come five or six times watching all
three tapes that night. I know I should be furious, but I can't deny
that watching my boyfriend with these other girls was an incredible
turn-on, unlike anything I have ever experienced before.

After exhausting myself I carefully returned the videos to the safe
and the safe to the closet. I arranged the sweaters so they didn't
look disturbed and then put the key chain back in its hiding place. I
took another lukewarm shower and thought about what I had found. I was
incredibly confused and still hurt. I had to seriously think about
what I would say to him when he returned home the next day.

Sunday morning I woke up around noon and the first thing I thought
about was watching the videos again. Unfortunately, I wasn't sure what
time Jeff was due home. I reluctantly decided not to risk it and left
the videos in the safe. I had so much nervous (and sexual) energy
waiting for him to return that I cleaned the kitchen and several other
rooms as well! All I could think about was Jeff on the television
screen having sex with girls I had never seen before.

By the time he returned home shortly after 7 pm I had reached such a
peak of sexual excitement that I literally dragged him to the couch as
soon as he walked in the front door, where I proceeded to fuck him
silly, without saying a word. Afterwards he laughed and said, "So I
guess you missed me, huh?"

Now how was I supposed to confront him with the videotapes after THAT?
I was ashamed to admit that watching him with other girls turned me
on. I was also embarrassed about snooping around and finding the tapes
in the first place.

There is still a part of me that is crushed he's been cheating on me.
Sometimes I am very mad at myself for not waving the tapes in his face
and saying "See ya later, loser." But I have to wonder what made me
different? Why did I become his girlfriend rather than just another
one night stand? I've met all of his guy friends, they know I am his
girlfriend! Unless they're in on some grand conspiracy I am his only
official girlfriend. I go to the company picnics, spend every holiday
and birthday with him. I HAVE to be the only one he sees on a regular
basis, the only one he says "I love you" to. Why me? And can he really
mean "I love you" when he's been fucking other girls behind my back?

Since finding the tapes a few weeks ago this is all I can think about
when we have sex. Who has he been with since he returned from Canada?
When I am at my apartment alone in the evening I find myself thinking
about him videotaping another girl in his bed. I have to make myself
come while playing out the scenario in my head. The next day I listen
to his voice on the phone, analyzing everything he says for a hint of
guilt or deception.

Unfortunately I haven't had a chance to re-watch the tape that was
only 3/4 full. I'd love to see if he's added anything to it but, more
than anything, I'd LOVE to actually be in the same room and watch
while he's fucking another girl!!

I've even thought about hiding in the closet (with his knowledge) and
watching them that way. I would be like the camera, observing all.
Jeff would then send the slut home after he used her and turn his
attentions to me, bringing me to orgasm with his tongue if he couldn't
perform again with his cock.

If only I can get up the nerve to suggest it.

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videoproof@hotmail.com

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