I was torn after Edward dropped the bombshell of his job change and being away from home. On the one hand, I realised that he was going to be away when I was working myself. On the other hand, coming back from an event as horny as hell, with no prospect of waking up my husband for a fuck, was a bit shit. I worried that I would end up finding my satisfaction elsewhere.
It would still be three months or more before he started to stay away. There was training, shadowing, and other things to organise. The idea was that he would do one night away at first, then two, and finally three. We talked about how it might be to prepare ourselves for when it happened. So, I started to make Edward some videos for when he was away that he could watch in his hotel room.
This comprised me sitting on my sofa in my office at work with my phone propped up on the desk. In the end, I picked up a cheap camcorder to get a better product, but for now, the phone worked. I would come back from an event and put everything away. Then, I would sit on the sofa and strip off some of my clothing. Then, tell Edward in the video what happened while I played with myself.
This was just a bit more raunchy than what I did now, telling him the same tales in bed. The twist was that what I said might differ slightly from what occurred. Sometimes, it was what happened to me; sometimes, it was what happened to one of the servers. Or it might just be a fantasy of mine. I was playing with myself as I told it to the camera. I could see myself playing with myself, which turned me on more.
Over time, the lines blurred a little for me. My fantasies this week became what happened a few weeks later. Mainly, if Edward fed back that something turned him on. I sometimes felt that I was acting out some of Edward's fantasies. Something that turned him on became something that I ended up doing. Was that him driving me or me driving it? Did I start it by videoing the fantasy in the first place?
There was, I remember, a series of little videos that seemed to be fact, fantasy, a fact that drove me and my servers to sluttier behaviour. I remember that a couple of new Star Wars films came out. It generated a lot of interest in our cosplay parties, and it seemed that for a couple of months, I was dressed, or should I say undressed, in the Princess Leia costume, which was the first time I had dressed up for real.
When we took over the costumes from Karl, this was one of the ones we enjoyed playing with. It was pretty flimsy before, but we joked around with it. We didn't think we would do Leia often; it was getting very niche. But with our new interest in Star Wars, we were asked for it almost every time in that period. The problem was that there were a lot of people who came to all the Star Wars parties.
The costume was a top comprising bits of cord and a gold collar. Then, to cover the nipples, two gold discs were used, which seemed a good idea to connect using nipple clamps. The 'skirt' was two metal shapes and material draped from it. These shapes were attached with two gold chains. The material was now much more transparent than the movie, and the shapes were narrower, so there was less material overall.
The first week we wore them, we were so horny all the way through. The costumes were stimulating enough, but everyone wanted a feel because they showed so much skin. To cap it, I did the striptease as the number two stripper with a new girl, Corrine, for all these cosplay parties. She was bi-sexual but more into girls than boys. She did blow jobs if needed, but I don't think she did it for pleasure, more to get the gig.
For the striptease, we changed into a character called Lexica, which worked well because of her costume. I'm unsure if it was authentic, but we had a big cape and strips of material that could be unwound all over our bodies. We could get the audience to hold one end whilst we twisted and stripped. Corrine loved it, her slightly darker skin contracting well with the whitish bandages.
The first strip went well, and the money was perfect for an encore because of the crowd size. We agreed on a lesbian-style act at around level eight on the arousal scale. This was a nightmare for my self-control because once Corrine started to work on me, I had none. She just got me to do anything she wanted me to, although I had agreed on no blow jobs or sex up front.
The joke came halfway through when Corrine noticed Luke Skywalker in the front row and asked to borrow his lightsaber. I was coming down off a big orgasm, slightly out of control. Corrine got me into a doggy position; I'm unsure how she framed the commands, but I did it. The next thing I know, she has grabbed the lightsaber and is using it on or around my pussy. Firstly, she rubs it on my lips and then slips it in.
The crowd went wild, cheers and comments that just turned me on; the next thing I knew, she was fucking me with it. I was fucking back onto it like the slut that I am. All in all, it was an excellent video later for Edward. Unfortunately, the cosplay parties were not ones I could do a recording or a live link for him. Playing on the sofa was all he would get. I was so horny, though; it was a video worth watching with me using my big dildo on myself.
The following week, I realised that the lightsaber was a step too far. Right from the start, several customers who had been there the previous week were back and came up when I was standing with an extensive food server. First, I needed to concentrate hard not to drop it, as it took both hands. Secondly, the fact I was a stripper was made public; this didn't happen until just before going home time typically.