Transferring Movies To DVD

Fbailey story number 381


Transferring Movies To DVD


I was enjoying my new VRC to DVD copying machine. I transferred my favorite movies, our home movies, and especially all the sex videos that I had taken of my wife over the years.

A month later at a party Marilyn got me away from the crowd to talk. She said that my wife had told her that I was putting my movies of her onto DVDs. I smiled because my wife had told me that Marilyn had expressed quite an interest in it. When she asked me if I had to watch the movie as I recorded it, I told her that I did not. When she asked me if I would watch a video that she gave me to copy I told her that I probably would. She smiled and walked back to the crowd.

After a few more drinks Marilyn once again got me away from the crowd and asked me what I would charge her to make a copy, destroy the original, and not to watch it. I laughed and told her that there was no way that I could not watch her videotape.

She finished the drink in her hand and said, “Okay. Now what will it cost me?”

I smiled and leaned in closer to her ear, “What if I got to do whatever I see in the movie?”

She said, “You bastard.” Then she slapped me across the face and walked out. Everyone looked at me as if I had raped her. My wife rushed to me and pushed me into another room. She had me tell her what had gone on. After listening to my explanation she took me by the arm, said goodbye on our way out, and took me to our car. She had me drive over to Marilyn’s house.

Marilyn let us in and my wife told her what an asshole I could be when I was drinking. Then she asked Marilyn what she wanted copied and promised to watch me closely as I copied it. Marilyn went upstairs and returned a few minutes later carrying a large shoebox. She sat down and opened the box to show us twelve videotapes. She started to cry as she told us about her boyfriend. We knew that she had been married forever. He was an extra marital affair that had ended recently. He gave her the videotapes that he had made of their rendezvous. It seems that one-week every year they got together and each videotape represented one year. She couldn’t hide all of those tapes from her husband forever and wanted them put on DVDs that she could hide easily. My wife said that we would be pleased to make copies for her but that it would take some time to do it. Twelve six-hour tapes was a lot of copying. Marilyn told us to take our time but swore us to secrecy. We swore, took the shoebox, and then left before her husband came home from the party. He had just laughed when she had hit me and acted as if he didn’t care. My wife said that he didn’t care and that was why Marilyn had found love in another man. He was one very lucky man because I had always wanted to get Marilyn in bed.

The next day when I got home from work my wife had dinner ready to eat so that we could get right at Marilyn’s videotapes.

The first tape had her name on it and was dated thirteen years ago. He had created a title page that contained her full name, address, and phone number. Her face was the background for that page. The next page had all of his information overlaid on his face. The third page had both of them in the background and contained the date, the motel, and the location where they had stayed. The forth page got interesting with Marilyn standing nude on one side as her vital statistics appeared on the other side of the screen.