6 comments/ 27299 views/ 7 favorites Anonymous Video By: Rayreef This story is told as I viewed the video for the first time. Of course I had watch it several times to note all the details described in this submission. " Anonymous Video" It's late on a Saturday night. I don't know where she is. Didn't make the effort to find out. Don't want it to appear that I was keeping track of her, or that it mattered where and with whom she was spending her off hours. We had fallen into "The Game." The insidious 'I don't care if you don't care.' 'I didn't call because you didn't answer the message I left on your machine' game. Feigned indifference. Testing each others commitment perhaps. Straining ones patience for sure. Decidedly juvenile. It's an easy game to get into, very hard to stop. I did care, and I knew she did. It was just the damn game. The game no one admits playing. But if you've ever been in a long term relationship, you've played it to one degree or another. I feel we're still a couple. I assume she still feels that way too. Of course I can't ask her because of the game. It would cost me a point. The package arrived a week ago. Plain brown envelope, with an unreadable return address. I guessed by the package's familiar shape it contained a DVD. Opening it confirmed my assumption. The label on the DVD case simply said "Patty." I had no doubt who that was. There was nothing else inside the package to promote the contents. My mind churned over the possibilities. Very disconcerting. My first impulse was to play it immediately. Apprehension stopped me as I popped the disc from the case. In that moment of uncertainty, a cloud of foreboding blocked the urge to satisfy my curiosity. Over the next hour or so I debated with myself, championing both sides of the argument. To play or not to play. In the end I reasoned there was no hurry. Maybe if I was patient, Patty, or the person who sent the package would offer some explanation. I could wait. Sleep on it. Sleep did not come easy. After a distressing week without any resolution, and minimum contact with Patty, my patience came to an end. I finish off my second glass of wine, then locate the two remotes. Click on the TV, then hit power on the DVD control. My hand shakes slightly as I drop the disc in. Why the hell is my hand shaking? I'll just fill my wine glass before I sit to enjoy the evenings' entertainment. The wine bottle rattles lightly on the rim of the glass. One gulp and a refill before I start. Here goes . . . PLAY . . . Nothing . . . Oh yeah, gotta go to channel three. Suddenly there she is. My Patty. No big deal. Just walking around in a small room, wine glass in hand. Couch, a coffee table, chairs, lamps, TV, a few pictures on the walls. Someone's basic living room. No sign of anyone else. No sound yet. Not much color either, almost black and white in the low light. The dim light and lack of color can't dull the beauty of the only animated subject in the room. Patty is looking good. Apparently dressed to go out. Wearing a new outfit, or at least one I've never seen. Short silky skirt, matching vest over a tight fitting low-cut bodice. She looks hot as usual. Damn. A shadow cuts in front of the lens, then a blurry image as the camera tries to focus on the new moving subject. It's a guy. The picture sharpens as he crosses the room to Patty. From the back he looks rather average height and weight. They're talking, low mumbling, no where near enough volume or clarity to make out what they're saying. They move together to the left where he slides open a glass door and they both go out and off screen, more mumbling . . . Come on! FAST FORWARD . . . They're back in. PLAY I see him face on. Tanned, dark hair. I immediately don't like him. Big surprise. Some common species of lounge lizard I'm sure. Perhaps, Sleezius Smoothtalkius, or a closely related subspecies. They moved around the room going off screen, but returning shortly. They sit closely together on the couch then touch glasses, toasting something. She's all smiles and sits hip to hip with the lizard, laughing at whatever dumb ass things he's saying. They're sipping their drinks while maintaining the banter. He walks quickly off screen and returns with a wine bottle, empties it into her glass, places the empty bottle on the table and slides in next to her. He immediately goes for a kiss and gets one. Very quick, not much, but the ice has been broken. Crap. PAUSE . . . More wine for me. PLAY . . . The Lizard takes the glass from her hand and sets it on the table next to the empty bottle. He puts one arm around her, while moving his other hand to the side of her smiling face, bringing her lips to his mouth. Patty gives ground and is now half reclining against the armrest. While maintaining the lip lock, he begins exploring her vest with his free hand. I can see no objection from her. That surprises me, I would have thought she might put up a little resistance. I don't know why, but I'm sure this is their first close encounter. His haste, her expression and body language, whatever, it just adds up to a first date. He maneuvers to get Patty into a more prone position, working his leg between hers, his right hand covering her breast. The Lizard shifts his weight and makes an attempt to get his hand under her skirt. Shaking her head, she pushes him off. Well, all right! He reluctantly sits back as Patty sits up and says something to him. I'm a little taken aback as she removes her vest, before leaning over to remove her shoes. Encouraged, he immediately resumes the kissing and breast examine. Patty soon breaks the clinch again and says something. He grins and stands, taking her hand, helps her to her feet, then leads her off screen. Now what? I pace back and forth in front of the TV, eyes locked onto to the now empty room frozen on the screen. Hell! The picture jiggles, then goes black. Is that it? PAUSE . . . Am I disappointed? Relieved? Annoyed? D, all the above. I sit back down gripping the remote like it might try to escape. No sense stalling. I need to see if there's any more. PLAY . . . FAST FORWARD . . . There's more! PLAY . . . Patty in profile, sitting on a bed, back against the headboard, her legs stretched out, eyes closed, one foot moving to some unheard music. There's no sound at all now. I turn up the volume, but nothing doing. There's some movement to the lens now, slight panning, and zooming. Patty seems oblivious to the camera. Come to think of it, she didn't seem to notice it earlier either. A hidden camera. Duh. The guy must be moving the camera to capture the action in the bedroom. The scene finally stabilizes and Lizard soon joins Patty. He holds out his hands and she slides off the bed to stand before him. Lizard appears taller now that Patty has removed her heels. He takes her in his arms and kisses her again, her arms coming up and draping over his shoulders. His hands are busy on her back, quickly making their way down, then up under her skirt to her ass. He massages her buns with both hands while kissing her aggressively. Patty appears passive. Again he works his leg between hers, pressing himself into her. The Lizard's in a hurry, pulling down the short zipper on the back of her mini skirt. Her head jerks back and she restrains him with a hand on his chest. She smiles and backs off a step before finishing the job he started. The skirt slides down her legs, she steps out of it, folds it neatly, then businesslike places it on the nearby dresser. There's no excitement in her demeanor. She's not resisting what's taking place, but I can detect no passion in her expression or actions. I don't think the Lizard notices or cares. He spins her around slowly and checks out her ass. Yeah, it's a well-proportioned tush, excellent in every way. Giving each cheek a squeeze of approval before he steers her by the hips to face him. He immediately reaches up to the few buttons on her chest. She steps back coyly and indicates she'll remove it herself. I'm guessing she's afraid he might damaged the goods in his lustful state. Patty makes quick work of unbuttoning the tight fitting garment. Lizard makes a decent move by stepping behind her and carefully drawing it down her arms, folding it neatly and adding it to the top of the dresser. He's now just staring, and for good reason. Patty is now revealed in just panties and bra. The panties are the minimal thong style, the bra is more substantial, but does little to conceal her most outstanding assets. In my opinion, the most beautiful pair of breasts on the planet. Exquisite, natural, D cups. From the expression on the Lizards face I wouldn't get an argument from him. At least he now takes his time running his hands over her bra, fondling those magnificent globes with a bit of reverence. This can't last too long. Patty certainly knows what he wants and turns her back to him, allowing him the honor of unleashing the twin beauties. He's kissing her neck as he unhooks her bra. While she's still sliding straps from her arms, his hands have found the promised land. His eyes close as his hands savor the warm, firm, heavy fullness that is Patty's chest. Even his aroused state, the lounge lizard could appreciate the fact that he has hit the jackpot. The pace slows while he tries to capture her with his over matched hands. Patty seems to be enjoying this part of the sexual dance and leans back into him, allowing him to stare down over her shoulder at his full hands. He takes his time fingering her nipples, pinching, pulling, tweaking the firm pink buds. Lust takes over as he spins her to face him, pulling her against his chest, grasping her ass, and pressing his knee between her thighs. As he tilts his head for another kiss, she turns her head, offering her neck. Kissing what's offered, he promptly moves down to her tits, greedily inhaling as much breast as he can get in his mouth. The heated conquest has pressed the back of her legs against the bed. Patty gives in to his needs, and lets him lower her to the bed. The Lizard's in full rut. Her panties are removed without ceremony. In a testosterone fueled rush, he strips his clothes off as if they were in flames. Not bothering to unbutton his shirt, pulling it over his head and slinging it to the floor. Shoes, socks, pants and boxers are shed as if they were one piece. Patty eyes are wide watching his frantic movements. She scoots to the middle of the bed pulling a pillow under her head. Her expression seems to be somewhat resolute. As if she was going through with this seduction, but more dutifully than passionately. The Lizard has only one thought. He's quickly kneeling astride her, hands rushing from breasts to hips. Pausing momentarily before sliding his right hand between her legs. Patty reaches down, putting a restraining hand on his wrist, spreading her legs for him, keeping the other hand on his chest to control his eagerness. Patty frees his wrist, taking his erection in hand pulling him to her, rubbing his cock between her legs, wetting him, guiding him into her. Her hand is no match for his lust, he penetrates her quickly. She grimaces a little on the first few forceful thrusts as he takes her. Patty withdraws her hand and brings her knees up, spreading her legs further apart as her wetness allows her to begin to enjoy the vigorous fucking. The Lizard takes full advantage of her compliant position. The bed shakes as he plunges into her. Intense, unbridled, primal fucking. I know what he's experiencing. Patty is an incredible piece of ass. Enthralled in the action, I watch as she tries to regain some control by wrapping her legs over his hips. His whole body strains as he pistons into her. Seconds pass, his rhythm falters as he nears climax. Patty skillfully absorbs his final spasms, gripping his upper arms, her heels in the small of his back as he shudders in orgasm. Lizard collapses almost immediately, his head coming to rest between her breasts, catching his breath. After a short break, Patty ruffles his hair and speaks to the top of his head. He nods a couple times in response. In a short while, he pushes himself up and reluctantly withdraws. Placing his feet on the carpet, he pauses to admire his conquest, running a hand over her, from neck to knee. Leaning to kiss a nipple, before rising and leaving the scene. Patty waits in the bed, turning on her side and wrapping a sheet around her. When he returns Patty takes her turn, taking the top sheet with her as she leaves the screen. The Lizard sits on the bed, looks directly into the lens and smiles a wicked grin, giving the 'two thumbs up.' The lens zooms in on his face. Whoa! PAUSE . . . I just realized that the camera had been active during the coupling I had just witnessed. I replay the last few minutes of action with attention to the camera activity. I have been so caught up in the action I failed to notice the slow zooms and pans. We have a cameraman. A third player in this production. This bedroom scene is being shot with an eye to the viewfinder. It was done with some degree of professionalism. The pans are smooth and the zooms crept in and out without drawing attention away from the action. There were also no focus problems.PAUSE . . . A third person was there, and he knew what he was doing with a video camera. Knowing that the Lizard had a least one accomplice in the making of this video changed the way I viewed the rest. This was no spur of the moment peep show. This was a production. PLAY . . . Now I noticed as the lens pulls out to wide angle as Patty reenters the room. She still has the sheet wrapped around her as she goes to the dresser to retrieve her clothes. Lizard sits up and pats the mattress next him. I assumed the bit of conversation revolves around his wants and Patty's plans. I think she is ready to go out, but he seems happy the way things are going. They appear to compromise when Patty drops the sheet and climbs on the bed pushing him down and straddles him. Using one hand to guide his already stiff member into her, She lowers herself slowly onto him until she has inched her way down and resting comfortably impaled on his cock. She holds still for a moment as he plays with her tits, then begins riding his erection. His hands fall to her hips, as he surrenders to her expert manipulation. I know how good she is because I'm the one she rehearsed with on many occasions. Her natural talent and confidence in her sexual abilities made her the dominate player in this scene. Patty was applying her body and skills to bring him to a sexual high quickly once again. Her spectacular tits dancing above his face just added to his enjoyment. I now felt the first pangs of jealously. I had no small part in the training of this sexual diva. Watching her use her body to bring this common man to sexual bliss was disconcerting. Did she have to do such a good job? The camera zooms in for a close up of her face and she now appears as my Patty, not the carnal actress on the screen. The close up makes her eyes familiar, the baby blues I love. Nice work by the cameraman. He pans down her body focusing on her breasts as she leans down to let Lizard suck each nipple in turn, then continues down to her ass as it rides up and down with an ever quickening pace. Now back to her face as she works him to the point of release. The camera framing her expression of satisfaction and perhaps pride in what she's doing. Her beautiful face smiling as she brings the Lizard to another orgasm. The camera pulls back in time to record his heels digging into to the mattress as his hips lift from the bed, driving him up between her thighs, lifting her knees from the bed. His mouth gapes as his head presses back into the pillow as he strains in release. His hands fall from her wet tits to grip the sheet as he ejaculates. Patty grinds her pelvis against him, putting an exclamation point on her masterful performance. PAUSE . . . I had to pace again. This time I leave the remote on the arm of the chair not wanting to squeeze the life out of it. Yeah I'm a little tense. What started as something like a dream sequence has turned into something real and personal. Patty had just fucked another guy on camera. This guy wasn't her lover, it was sex, I could see that. She was just fucking this guy. Simply getting laid. Now I'm pissed. Why? We don't keep secrets or lie. That's our mutual pledge, our bond. Everting up front. No deceit. Deceit is the deal breaker in most relationships. And now it's been recorded for all to see. Damn! I pace the room for awhile but find no answers, just more questions. You know the usual. Who, what, where, why, whatever. I poured another glass and sat back down. Do I want to finish watching this or burn it? Watch it then burn it. Watch, show her then burn it. No, have her burn it. Hell, I don't know. I stare at the TV. The fornicating pair frozen on the screen. Damn. Ok, let's get this over with. How much more could be on here? The time counter says I've viewed under an hour of content. That's all? Man, It felt as though I had viewed a full length movie. Could be more than sixty minutes of this left according to the indicator. Could be done in seconds though. You won't find out unless you play it. . PLAY . . . She rests on top of him, smiling down and saying a few words then slips away, modestly covering up with the sheet again as she leaves the room. Lizard turns on his side to watch her leave. The lens widens to cover her exit then zooms in on the Lizards face as he mouths "WOW!" The camera bobs up and down in agreement. They both knew they were experiencing something special. Patty comes back with the sheet tucked neatly around her and picks up her clothes, motioning for him to get up and walks off screen . The grinning Lizard sits up giving the cut sign, slashing his hand across his throat. The screen goes blank. STOP. I'll uncork a new bottle. Let's see if there's more. PLAY . . .. Flicker. White screen. Camera hurriedly pulls back from a white field, trying to gain focus. As the picture sharpens, the screen reveals the back of the lizard. His white shirt shrinking as the lens widens its view. Camera shake. The cameraman apparently arrived after the action has started and is still setting up. The quality is soon regained and the lens reveals the Lizard standing next to the bed., back to the camera. A gradually a widening view includes his bare legs extending below his shirttail, a small, delicate, purely feminine hand resting on the outside of his mid thigh. The shirttail is waving slowly as his hips move rhythmically. A wisp of blonde hair, peeking around the side of the Lizards thigh, appears then disappears in counter rhythm. As the lens stops its retreat, the randy pair are framed from the floor up. A kneeling thigh, hip and arm are added to the picture. The act of fellatio is in full swing. Lizard is being treated to one of Patty's specialties. The lighting is subdued, two or more lamps contributing the warm even glow, while casting shadows along the wall. The hand moves around to the front of the thigh as the action intensifies, then slows to a stop. Her face is revealed as he pulls his cock from her mouth then helps her to stand. Her sense of balance apparently dulled from the night out. Patty puts her hand on his shoulder to steady herself as he helps her up. She's nude. He presses her against the wall next to the head of the bed. He covers her mouth with his, his hands greedily kneading her breasts and ass. She rests her shoulders against the wall letting him have his way. The lens closes in, creating a close up of Patty's sedate expression. Her eyes half lidded, a weak smile, her head lolling against the wall. Her body language implies she has surrendered control to the Lizard. The lens backs as Lizard begins his carnal feast. He takes a half step back, her one arm resting on his shoulder, the other limp by her side. The glow from the nearby lamp casting shadows, emphasizing her curves. The Lizard, now in no rush, takes his time. Touching, fondling, memorizing Patty's spectacular body. Lizard moves in deliberately, grasping both her tiny wrists in his hands, raising her hands overhead, pinning them to the wall. Patty's eyes open as she mouths her reaction. Inspired he covers her mouth with his, kissing her hard, running his tongue down her neck to her shoulder, then leaning in to lick between her breasts, sucking in each nipple, bringing them to peaked perfection. He returns his attention to her lips before pulling back to again take in the exquisite female pinned to the wall in front of him.