Yes, please, hook it up!

"That's very generous of you, Sara," you say. "And it sounds like a good...idea. So yes. Cheers."

You clink your glasses together and drink. Sara grins mischievously.

"I want something in return," Sara says.

"Oh?" you say.

"Yeah," Sara says. Her voice drops to a whisper. "I want a video."

"Honestly, nothing would make me wetter than watching you two," Sara continues, "two hot people who I know, people who I get to see, fucking." You must have looked worried, because she quickly added, "It's ok if it's just a few seconds from your phone or if it doesn't show your faces. I just want to know it's you."

For an instant you consider cracking a joke to make her feel better, but then the little sexual devil on your shoulder wins out.

"Do you want to get yourself off," you ask, "watching Laura fuck me? Watching my cock drive into her pussy? Watching me stretch her tight ass?"

Sara gives you a demure nod. This must be a big request for her—she seems nervous. Her fingers are stiff against the table.

"Ok," you say, "I'll do it. Assuming Laura consents. Actually, you should help me work on it."

Sara looks relieved. "I can be your wingman," she says, "or maybe your fluffer."

The word surprises you—and your face reacts.

"Oops, wrong word," Sara says. She sticks her tongue out at you. "I just meant, maybe I can warm Laura up for you. To you. Warm Laura up to you." The flirty and dirty Sara is clearly back.

"So," you say, "this video. You gave me some options. But what would be best?"

"Faces," Sara says. "Orgasm faces. I mean, I want to see the sex too, but I want to watch both of you come. Ideally together."

"Got it."

"And this is going to sound weird, but some smiling and cuddling at the end too. I want it to be more...immersive. But more than anything I want proof."

Sara sticks out her tongue at you, and you can't help but grin.