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I Can Do Better Than That....

By: Raage



Please be kind...this is my first submission

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I'm sitting in a Director's Chair, watching my wife and another woman, Shelley, devour each other's pussies on a large bed surrounding by lights, cameras, and a funky bass beat pumping out of a medium sized boom box stereo. My wife, Megan, and the other woman are grinding each others pussies into the others' mouth, moaning in that high pitched tone you hear all the porn stars make when they are nearing orgasm. Megan likes the music because it helps get her into a rhythm when there isn't a man, namely me, pumping his cock in and out of her. My experienced eye sees her head pushing itself down into the other woman's pussy with each pulse of the music's bass line and her thighs grip her partner's head, forcing her to do the same to her in between the beats. 

They are both thoroughly enjoying each other. You can just tell. While they are both playing it up for the camera, taking turns angling the other so the camera gets the best shot, you can see this isn't just a job for either of them. Shelly, the other woman, is a long time friend of ours. They share a lot of the same physical characteristics except my wife is a blond with highlights and Shelley is a dark chestnut brunette. Both have long hair, past the shoulder. Neither would win a hard body fitness contest, unless it was sexual fitness, however both have curves in all the right places which makes sex a great experience to watch and participate in. When I dig my fingers into my wife's ass as we are having sex or I am caressing her breasts and teasing her nipples when we are making love, I can definitely tell its a woman I am with.

Megan is on top and I can see her alternating between flicking Shelley's clit with her tongue and diving head long into Shelley's very wet and very open pussy. Megan has been spreading Shelley's pussy lips in order to get complete access to her clit. Shelley on the other hand is straining her neck to lick up and down my wife's slit and tease the area between her pussy and anus. We all know this drives Megan wild which makes for great watching -- both in person and on the screen.

Watching as I am, my wife looks up and gives me a big grin. The grin shoots straight through the camera and hits me. It tells me everything -- she is loving what she is doing, she is thankful for this life we have now, and that she is about to have a mind-blowing orgasm. As her waves of pleasure sweep over her, a wave of nostalgia quickly comes over me and I think back to how we got started getting paid to do what we love...

******

Occasionally my wife and I rent an adult video. Actually I do the renting and she does the hinting that she is in my mood for something along those lines. Being a guy, I am always in the mood -- something she takes for granted -- but doesn't like when I instigate the video rental. I've never understood this. I guess men and women are just wired differently. 

The videos we rent tend to be fairly vanilla as far as that adult videos go. Nothing really exotic, freakish, or hardcore fetish. We both have some minor fetishes we enjoy when we are alone in our room and playing with each other, but our tastes in videos trends towards those with a minor plot, lots of foreplay, plenty of guy-girl sex, and some girl-girl sex. My wife isn't necessarily bi-sexual. The way she puts it, she loves to have her pussy licked and she doesn't care if its me or another woman who does it. And if she is getting licked by another woman then she feels the need to reciprocate. Of course I have noticed her a bit wetter after watching those scenes so I don't know if she is 100% honest about those feelings -- at least with me. But then again...I don't care (I'm just a guy after all).

One Friday evening coming home from work, after a couple days of her dropping hints like "remember that scene with whats-her-face when she has going down on that guy? I've had that in my mind all week" and "I loved the cheesy dialog in that video we got a month ago about the female aliens coming to earth and needing men's cum to survive", I dropped by the local adult video store and picked up a video I knew she would enjoy. It had bad acting, lots of sex, and plenty for us to try to re-enact ourselves (another favorite activity of ours). I recognized some of the actors from other films we had rented and so that gave me confidence in the choice.

I got home, put the video on the ledge near the fireplace which I knew it would be both out of the way enough to not be the focus of our entire conversation and attention during dinner yet close enough to grab later that evening at the right time. After changing into some jeans and a polo shirt I got a salad going. By then my wife arrived from home from her job. She was a paralegal and while it helped pay the bills, I knew she didn't like it and would quit in a heartbeat if something better came along. Little did we know where tonight's actions would lead.

She was dressed in a blue power suit with a skirt. Under the jacket was a thin white see-thru blouse. Of course she never took her jacket off in a professional setting, but you could tell she was definitely covering up something spectacular. The skirt went down to about an inch above her knees. She isn't one of those "Ally McBeals" who needs to wear extremely revealing clothing to prove she is a woman. She has great legs which could use a bit of toning in the gym, but when she wears the right heels, like today, they lift her calves and butt and I have seen many guys check her out from behind after she's walked past them. And I'm not complaining.

She unbuttoned her jacket and laid it across a lazy boy chair in the living room as she came into the house. I could tell she wasn't in the greatest of moods, which made me happy to have picked up the video on the way home. 

"One fire drill after another today! You would think the attorneys would learn to be a bit more proactive, think things through, and get things done BEFORE the 11th hour!", she said as she came into the kitchen. 

"I'm starved and I need a back rub", she stated as she looked at me preparing the salad. "And I don't think a salad is going to cut it. I need something a lot more substantial", she said looking me up and down. I grinned, "I think I can swing that" I replied, placing the emphasis on swing and looking down at my crotch. She grinned too, "that would satisfy PART of my hunger". We laughed. It was a game we often played with each other. She often half-heartedly complained I turn everything she says into a metaphor for sex. Of course when she is in the mood, I never hear those complaints and often hear a few metaphors from her as well.

I said, "You go change and I'll finish things up here. I can beef up this salad enough to satisfy one of your appetites." Still grinning she went to our bedroom, changed, and came out in pink light-weight sweat suit which seems to be the fashion du jour. Meanwhile I took some chicken we grilled a couple days ago, cut it up in the salad, and added some feta cheese. She grabbed a bottle of wine, chilled it, and we sat and ate. 

After the usual small talk about our days events she mentioned her friend Shelley had finally finalized her divorce to "The Jerk". I didn't know him by any other name except "The Jerk" and if even half the stuff she said about him was true, he deserved a 2 by 4 upside his head at the very least. Shelley was another paralegal from Megan's work. I met her at a Christmas party the past year. The Jerk couldn't make it. Shelley made some lame excuse from him but afterward Megan told me is was most likely because he was cheating on her. 

I have never understood cheating. Sure there are other candies at the Candy Shop. You can get samples of the varieties they offer -- which both my wife and I did before committing to each other. But once you make your choice, that's it. That's what being a man and being married is all about.

Megan said Shelley won a good alimony settlement and while she wasn't set for life, she would be ok. I was happy for her I commented while sticking my fork into some lettuce. We had had a good conversation at the party and we even shared a dance at my wife's insistence. She and my wife had a lot in common from work as well as some of their hobbies and I saw Shelley a few times at our home after that party. I would consider her a good friend of the family. And since Megan and I do not have any children, that makes her our good friend.

Nearing the end of dinner I could feel a foot starting to rub up and down my leg. Megan is a master at this. And it drives me to distraction. She can calmly be eating a meal or conversing with someone and at the same time be driving me wild with her foot caressing my leg. This is one of my little fetishes. 

"Will you cut that out!" I half-heartedly said. "You know I can't concentrate on our conversation when you are doing that". 

"Maybe I don't want to be talking any more" she coyly replied. And with that she lifted her plate from the table, sat it in the sink, and left toward our bedroom. At the last second before disappearing into the room, she looked back and snaked her tongue across her lips. I took that for my cue to grab the video and get into the bedroom.

I got in there and found her naked already (how did she do that so quickly?), on her stomach, laying on the bed. "You're right on time to give me that back rub" she stated in an aloof manner. Shrugging, I put the video into the machine, hit play, and got to work taking my clothes off. We always give our back rubs to each other in the nude. The video got started as I got the oil from the cabinet. She looked up and cooed, "what a nice way to entertain me while you take care of that knot in my shoulder", and promptly laid her head back down.

The video was about a woman P.I. who hunted down men, had sex with them in the process, and then for no apparent reason locked them up in a jail cell and had sex with them again. During the first couple minutes, before the initial sex scene took place, the PI was going through her poorly memorized lines. My wife stood up on her elbows and commented "I could do better than that". 

"I think just about anyone could dear, except they didn't hire her for her ability to act" I said.

"Didn't they?" Megan replied. "Wait till she is cumming and we'll see how good of an actress she is."

During the next few minutes the porn star finished up her dialog and went into full vixen mode. She was a very buxom (aka fake tits) woman with medium-length blond hair, a tight stomach and legs that went on forever. She wore, briefly that is, a tight leather pants and jacket combo. And as we quickly found out - nothing else except a negligible thong. 

She was definitely hot and as she caught her first 'perp' she quickly got caught up in the sex scene while frisking him down. But it was almost mechanical.

"She knows what she is doing", my wife said, "but she doesn't look like she is enjoying it, despite the role playing aspect to it. "I could do much better than that" Megan definitively stated. 

"See, she is faking that orgasm" Megan pointed to the screen where the PI was riding the 'perp' for all she was worth and screaming something unintelligible over and over. 

"How can you tell? It looks real enough to me." I said while rubbing Megan's lower back.

"Trust me. A woman knows."

"Have you ever faked one on me?" I asked curiously.

"Honey. You have never given me reason to. And I doubt you ever will." Megan said as she turned over, reached down, and grabbed my hard dick. "This guy puts me into another world every time I put it in me." Reaching up to my mouth, "and when little you runs out of energy, your amazing tongue takes me the rest of the way". She pulled my head down and kissed me passionately. She ran her tongue around my lips and then slipped it into my mouth meeting up with my tongue. They danced for a bit until I broke it off and started to kiss down her chin, to her chest, stomach, and down to her pussy. 

Megan shaves all around her pussy but has always been afraid to go completely bare. I think she nicked herself once. So there is an area of hair all around her tight pussy. Her clit stays hidden until she is aroused and then it pokes out just enough to flick with my tongue. This drives her nuts. And usually once she hits a certain point, she is a wild woman in bed. 

As I looked up from licking her, I noticed she was playing with her nicely rounded tits. She's all natural and I love it. I sometimes wonder how it would be to be married to someone who looked like the porn star in the video, but then I realize it wouldn't be her. As she is though is plenty for me, more than a handful. Megan was starting to pull on her nipples and twist them around while I was using the entire length of my tongue to run up and down her clit and sometimes nibble it a bit.

Megan started to moan and I could tell she was nearing her first orgasm of the night. 

"If I could film the look on your face right now, you'd never have to go back to that job again" I said in-between breaths and licks. Her faced lighted up on that and I could tell something was going on in her head.

"My turn" she suddenly said, bring my head up and forcing my on my back. She shimmied down me and quickly engulfed the head of my dick. She is great at cock sucking and often likes to put on a show while doing it. 

After a few minutes, I told her I wanted in her and she sucked hard for another 30 seconds and then jumped on top of me. "This is what that porn star should have looked like in the video" she said as she started to furiously ride me with a sort of urgency usually reserved for ambulances and fire trucks. 

She put both her hand on my chest, squeezing her breasts together, something I love, closing her eyes and grinding her clit on me while occasionally moving up and down. A smile came across across her face while she enjoyed the ride. That smile slowly turned in clinched lips and she started to squeeze her eyes shut even harder. I could tell she was close. She opened her mouth and at first nothing came out. Then high-pitched gasps follow by some "oh gods", "oh yeses", and more high-pitched gasps . She finally arched her back and put her hands on my knees grinding out the last bit of her orgasm.

Since I didn't come yet, she got off me and laid down. I gave her a couple minutes recovery and then started stroking her breasts down to her pussy. Although she was still and almost appeared asleep, she started meowing like a kitten. Finally she said, "get than big guy in me and lets finish us both off". I climbed on top of her and a few minutes later we were both grunting out our last orgasms of the night in step with the porn star's final scene where the tides were turned on her and she was handcuffed by one of the "perps" and forced into some very acrobatic positions. We collapsed and fell asleep together as the last couple minutes of the video rolled by.

The next morning over breakfast my wife said, "Were you serious when you said I could quit my job if we could film the look I had when you were going down on me last night?".

Taken a bit back by the out-of-nowhere question I replied, "You looked like an angel having an orgasm, if thats not too sacrilegious". 

"Then lets do it" Megan stated.

"Do what?"

"Lets film me, or us, or whatever -- so I don't have to go back to that job anymore."

Gulping down my eggs I said, "You want to be a porn star?"

"If thats what you want to call it, then yes. But I do have some rules." said Megan.

"Such as....?" I inquired.

"I will only have sex with you" she said. 

"I like that", I replied grinning like the Cheshire cat. "But what about other women? Almost every video we rent has at least one girl-on-girl scene or a boy-girl-girl scene. And frankly for me having sex with anyone but you would seem like cheating -- even with your consent and participation." I'm just wired like that. I don't think watching or flirting is cheating but I draw the line at anything beyond that.

"Thank you. And actually I have already thought that through. When you are licking my pussy I mostly have my eyes closed. So what does it matter WHO is doing the licking? And I even though I have never been with another woman, I feel it would be important to reciprocate. I could do that, especially if this is a money making venture." Megan said with a thoughtful look in her eyes. I was wondering if she was picturing anyone in particular or just women in a general sense.

"Anyway," Megan went on, snapping back to the conversation at hand, "thats not even worth considering till we film us together and we capture the look on my face you found so appealing. Lets start tonight! I am going to go write up a script, it can't be very hard, find outfits for us to match the script, and lay out the scenes. You go charge up the camera and see if you can borrow someone else's camera for a second angle as well."

I was a bit blown away. Megan is a quick thinker, but this seems more premeditated than usual. "And have you figured out production and distribution models yet?" I joked.

"One thing at a time. Lets fuck each others brains out on the camera and deal with the rest later."

******

Well it didn't happen that day. It took a week. It was a bit harder than Megan thought to put together the script, wardrobe, etc... especially since it was her first time doing so and she was quite excited to 'get it right'. I was able to get a second camera but I knew it wouldn't come out as good if we left the cameras stationary. For a professional look we would need someone to operate a camera. I wondered if my wife (and me for that matter) would be fine with that?

On Thursday, I brought it up to her. 

"Have you thought about camera angles? Where would like to put the cameras for best effect?" I asked over dinner. 

"Hmmm....I'm not sure", she replied. "Where do you think?" she asked in between bites of pasta.

"Well obviously one over in the corner so as to get a wide view of the bed. But I am not so certain of the other." I replied taking a sip of water. "And for your solo scene I will actually man the camera myself. That leaves us with the scenes when we are together."

Seeing where I was going with the conversation Megan said, "Well I do not want any of YOUR friends filming us. No offense, but I don't trust any of them. And I don't want a stranger doing the filming either. Also right now we can't afford a professional.", she said.

"What about any of your friends?" I asked.

"I think there just might be one person who would. And its someone I would definitely trust" she said with a wicked grin.

"Who?" I asked, very curious as to who she has in mind.

"Well, lets just say its someone I trust, someone who feels the same way I do about their job, and is currently unattached". With those hints she rose from the table in manner indicating she wouldn't say anything more about the subject that night.

*****

"So what do you think" Megan asked Shelley over lunch on Friday. "Wow! Is all I can think right now", Shelley replied over her salad. Megan and Shelley often went out to lunch talked intimately about work, husbands, and personal problems. Occasionally Megan even brought up some of her sexual antics with her husband. 

"You're seriously going to make a porn and you want ME to help film it?!" Shelley said, somewhat under her breath since she did not want the whole restaurant to hear. And at this point she felt like EVERYONE was listening in, even though the next closet seated table was 12 feet away.

"Well, you are the only one I trust to not blab it all over the place for starters. And I know you trust me as well from some of the details you shared with me from your divorce. My husband likes you too, at least he likes you around. So I'm sure he'll be ok with it." Megan shared.


I Can Do Better Than That....



Shelley was feeling a bit overwhelmed, flattered at the trust, and intrigued by the request. "Can I think about it for a while?", she asked.

"Don't take too long. We want to do it tomorrow night." Megan said.

Nearly spitting out her food, Shelley wide eyed said, "Tomorrow night! That doesn't give a girl too much time to mull it over."

"What's to think about? You operate a camera when my husband and I are together. Another camera will get the wide angle so you just make sure you don't get in the picture yourself. The zoom is like x100 so you could be across the street and still get a close up on the good stuff", snickered Megan.

"Good stuff?" said a perplexed Shelley.

"You know -- my chest and down there" she said pointing to herself "and of course my husbands dick. Did I ever tell you about it?"

"No", said a panting, slightly red-faced Shelley. "But since I don't have one of my own to play with, not like that jerk's prick had been mine for the past couple years, but still - tell me about it."

"Its maybe slightly bigger than average, between 6 and 7 inches depending on how hard I've been sucking on it and how longs its been since he got off. I sometimes like to put him off for a day or two because the more horny and anxious he gets the more -I- get out of it" said a grinning Megan. "I will then give him a good blow job, get him good and hard and extra big, and then ride him till we both get off. It helps that he knows how to use that tool of his too. Size only matters when the guy doesn't know how to use it. And my hubby is the best of both worlds to me."

Shelley was starting to think this could be fun. She had never thought of Megan as such a sexual being. Now with those thoughts rolling around in her head she said, "Tell you what. You make dinner, I will bring the wine, and we'll have a great time tomorrow night." Raising her had she called the waiter and said, "Check please!".

******

"I have it all planned out" Megan was telling me. "I wanted to start this off simple so we'll do some classic porn scenes. Starting off with the pizza guy, the the plumber, and finally the nurse-patient scenario. Also, we'll throw in a solo scene of me which we can film another night. I have all the outfits, we have an actual pizza guy coming over in an hour so we'll have the real props, and I went out this week and bought a naughty nurse outfit and a patient gown for you."

"Sounds great" I said with some anxiousness in my voice. I was ready to do it all. Even letting her friend Shelley do the filming of our sex scenes, something which both excited me and scared me a bit. I had never even thought of a woman operating the other camera. What if having another person in the room negatively affected my performance? What if it made me too nervous to "Get it up"? These were all concerns I had.

About 30 minutes after that Shelley arrived. She was wearing a thin yellow tank top with some tight, dark blue sweats and a matching hoody zip-up sweat jacket. Her dark brown hair was pulled back into a simple pony tail and she had some running shoes on. 

"Megan told me its a VERY casual event tonight" Shelley said as she came in. She and Megan hugged and she walked over and gave me a hug as well. "I guess we are going to get to know each a bit better tonight. Or I at I'll get to know you a bit more", she chuckled.

I think I blushed a little. "You know if you become uncomfortable with any of this we can stop and we won't be disappointed in the slightest", I said.

"Megan and I talked about it in length yesterday and a bit more on the phone last night. I think this will be fun. But if YOU feel uncomfortable... "

"I'm good" I gulped and the girls went off to the bedroom laughing with the excitement of the impending nights events.

******

The Pizza guy came (and no, not in that way) and went. It did cross our minds the irony of having the Pizza guy come by just for us to get the pizza box for a prop. I guess I could have just as simply went by the pizza parlor and asked for a box. The pizza was good though. I wonder what the pizza guy wold think if he knew the final destiny of that box?

Throughout the entire meal Megan and Shelley discussed camera locations, angles, which side of Megan filmed best, which side of me filmed best, and so on. Shelley was taking the job seriously. I started to feel something like a prop myself when Megan asked if I was limber enough to get her into some of the positions we watched the other night on the video. Luckily by this point we were through our first bottle of wine and nearly done with the second. So I was feeling much less pain.

"I thought you wanted to keep it simple for our first go", I said.

"I do, but some of those positions looked fun and since we are filming this to potentially get paid, we should be ready to do them." Megan replied.

"I think I am up for it but if I remember right it was the woman who had her legs behind her head and then later was handcuffed to her ankles." I smiled thinking about Megan in those positions.

Reaching down and touching her toes with legs straight Megan said, "Then I'm good to go now!" And we all started laughing.

"We had better get this going before I can't hold the camera straight", broke in Shelley draining the last bit of wine from her glass.

"Of course" said Megan. "We start with the pizza guy scene first. I'm a horny housewife who's husband is away on a business trip. With no desire to cook for just myself, I order a pizza. The Pizza guy arrives and I can't find my purse of course. So I ask him if there is another way I could pay for it. The Pizza guy puts his hand to his head and thinks about it while I stroke my breasts. And from there we can let nature take its course".

"I have an idea", piped up Shelley, "lets start with you in your bedroom playing with yourself when you hear the knocking at the door."

"Great idea Shel", said Megan, " I knew there was a reason I asked you to do this." Megan giggled.

Megan went off to our room, I set up the cameras and made sure the lighting was good. A few minutes later Megan came out wearing a cherry red baby doll nightie. "How's this" she asked. 

My eye's popped and so did Shelley's. "If I was the real pizza guy and you answered the door like that, I think I would just automatically give you the pizza!" I exclaimed.

Giggling, Megan said, "Just the effect I was going for. AND I'll have to remember that next time I order a pizza. Are your two ready? Lets go before I chicken out."

We went to the bedroom. Megan had set up some candles to complete the scene. With Megan reclining on the bed, Shelley and I positioned ourselves on opposite ends of the room. Megan grabbed a magazine to pretend she was reading when we started filming.

"I'm so bored", sighed Megan in her best porn actress voice,"There is nothing to do and I am both hungry and horny. I wish my man didn't have to be out of town on business tonight" pouted Megan. She started to caress a breast while still thumbing through the magazine. "Well at least I can take care of one of my problems." Saying that she lifted the phone receiver and pretended to call a pizza delivery company. 

"Now what I am going to do for those 30 minutes till my food arrives?" pondered Megan hanging up the phone. She started alternating caresses between her breasts and moving her hands up and down her stomach. "Oh that feels good. Almost as good as my man does it", cooed Megan as she began to explore herself more fully. 

Megan was now working over one breast while moving her hand up and down the outside of the baby doll nightie. You could see she was wearing some matching red panties just underneath the baby doll as it rose and lowered with her caresses. Reaching under the red baby doll, she slipped some fingers under the waist band of the panties. "Yep, the panties and baby doll were a matching set", I said to myself. "Ohhhhh" she moaned, "I like that a lot", and Megan continued exploring herself with her hands.

While she kept teasing herself like that, Shelley and I moved around and got good angles on her hands and body movements. We worked out some silent signals for close ups and other things. I got great shots of her twisting her nipples from outside the nightie. I know she loves the feel of the silky fabric being used against her skin. I could see Shelley zooming in and out, capturing Megan's squirming around the bed. I even noticed at one point Shelley tongue licking her lips, which surprised me.

After several minutes of this action and with remarkable self control Megan opened her eyes and said, "Damn, there's the door bell. The Pizza guy is here!" And we cut.

Deciding to preview the footage before moving to the next scene we hooked up the 2 cameras to the 2 TVs we had. Shelley said while watching the footage, "I was so focused on getting the camera right I didn't realized how HOT you look Megan!" I didn't say anything, but I couldn't disagree with that statement after seeing her tongue wet her lips during the filming.

"Thanks Shel" blushed Megan. "I guess I just closed my eyes and it started to feel really good! I almost forgot about the cameras and that you guys were filming me. I'm surprised I was able to even remember the line about the Pizza guy knocking." Me too I thought. "I was sooo close to cumming. I'm still tingling from it." 

Then looking at me my wife said in a commanding tone, "YOU are in for the ride of your life Mister Pizza Guy!" 

"The footage from this first scene looks good, so lets continue", I jumped in before Megan could embarrass me any further. "We'll set up my camera over there so as to get the wide angle. And Shelley will follow you around," I said pointing at Megan, "and get your point of view." 

I grabbed a cheap baseball cap, the pizza box, and after setting up the camera went out the door. I waiting about 30 seconds and knocked on the door. I could hear some talking from Megan, who I am sure was playing it up for the camera. From on the other side of the door I head a "Who is it?" I announced in a manly sort of voice, "Its the Pizza guy with your extra meaty pizza". I added the extra meaty part for fun.

The door opened and this beautiful blond in a red baby doll nightie said, "Thank goodness you're here. I'm starving! Come on in and set the pizza down. I'll go get my purse." As she turned around the hem of her nightie spun out and I could see her cute red panties and her bouncing butt as she pranced away. Knowing the camera was filming me I looked right at it and gave it a wink.

A few seconds later she returned with a sad look on her face. Shelley was getting all of this. "I'm soooo sorry. Its seems I don't have enough for the pizza", she pouted.

"Well gee ma'am, if you don't have enough money then I can't give you the pizza." I replied.

"Isn't there SOME way I could pay for it?" she said as she put down the purse and batted her eyes. "I'm really hungry and haven't felt satisfied in a very long time", she slowly said as she began to walk up to me. I noticed that she had put on some matching high heels. I thought about the Pizza guy who came earlier with the box I was now using as a prop and how he would probably kill to be in my shoes right now.

"I don't know... my boss counts all the receipts every night.... He'd be really pissed if I came up short." I got out as she came up to me and put her hands on my chest.

"I am sure we can come to some sort of arrangement" said Megan as she began to unbutton my shirt and take off my cap. "Your chest feels so buff. Do you work out?" she asked in a seductive manner. "I love guys with big muscles who can use me however they like!" 

I was starting to get turned on. She finished with my shirt and then dropped to her knees to work on my jeans. She grabbed my hardening dick and said, "When I ordered the pizza with extra meat, I didn't know THIS is how it came". And when she said that she grabbed my now rock hard cock and I almost came right then. So much for my worries about not being able to get it up for the cameras!

She unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down. I had gone commando for this and so I nearly whacked her nose when she pulled down the jeans. "This looks like a good appetizer", she said hungrily and engulfed the end of my cock. 

I was in heaven. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Shelley taking this all in with her camera. Since the camera was small and only needed one hand to operate, her other hand was feeling up one of her breasts. "Interesting", I thought. "I wonder if she is reacting that way because of me or Megan? And then I was forced to focus on the more immediate issue at hand, so to speak.

Megan was now bobbing her head up and down my shaft and fondling my balls at the same time. Over the years we have done this more times than I can count, but this time there seemed to be an extra level of urgency and excitement in the air. She was taking me deeper than she ever had before and I could tell Shelley's camera was aimed right at that. I had to put my hand on the corner of the door to steady myself as Megan would take me deep in her mouth and then slowly work her way back up. Repeating this, she was nearly touching my trimmed pubic hairs with the tip of her nose.

After a couple minutes I tapped her twice to let her know I was getting close. Usually she would continue on and I would cum on her chest or let her watch while I just shot off into the air. She stopped and motioned to cut for the cameras.

My now swollen cock was throbbing and I had to start think of cold showers and Celine Dion to keep myself from going over the edge. When at last it subsided, I pulled up my pants and asked Shelley, "How was that scene?"

Wiping a drip of sweat from her forehead, Shelley said, "It just keeps getting better. You two are REALLY hot together. Probably from being together for so long and knowing each other so well."

Megan jumped in with, "Yah, and you always taste so good to honey! Ok, lets more this to the couch." She stood up and walked over to our cloth couch. We bought it when we got married a few years ago. I keep saying I want to upgrade it to leather but now I can glad that I haven't. Love stains are a pain to get out of leather. And I was pretty sure there would be a couple in a few minutes.

I repositioned the stationary camera with a direct shot of Megan reclined on the couch. That way Shelley would get the angles and close ups.

I dropped my pants, for continuity's sake and hit the record button on the camera. I looked at Shelley and said "Action!" and she replied with a wink, "Oh yah!". 

Megan was sitting there playfully twisting her nipples and I knelled in front of her and slide up the bottom of her nightie enough to unmasked the matching red panties. They were thong style and I could she recently shaved. Running my hands up her legs I grabbed the waist band of the thong and slowly exposed her. Shelley was a few feet away, out of the other camera's view but I knew where her camera was focusing in on. I tossed away Megan's panties and I looked up to notice she had completely shaved her pussy! This was definitely a treat. She looked down at me with a knowing smile and then tossed her head back after the first flick of my tongue on her now swollen clit.

Usually I like to go deep into her pussy with my tongue and use it like a (very) small cock while lightly massaging her clit with my fingertips. But with the cameras going I knew doing that would leave very little room for the camera to zoom in on. So instead I switched the places of my tongue and fingers and started flicking her clit with my tongue while probing her pussy with my middle and index fingers. The stationary camera was getting the shot from behind my head with Megan's legs spread wide and her playing with her breasts.

Megan spread her legs wider and I probed more deeply with my fingertips. I started to pump my fingers in and out setting up a rhythm I knew she would enjoy; one I knew she would cum quickly to. Within a couple minutes I could her her legs starting to grip my head and her hands pushing my head onto her pussy. I removed my fingers from her and focused on feeding on the delicious juices seeping from pussy. Unable to look up at her I still knew she was getting close to her first climax. And in a minute I could hear her orgasmic screams, albeit muffled by her thighs pressed up against my head. 

About 60 seconds later she began to release me and I eased back from my administrations. Knowing how sensitive her pussy would be at this moment I started licking around her now bare pussy lips while reaching up to caress her stomach and breasts. Megan was in ecstasy with her eyes closed and heart slowing from what seemed like 200 beats per minute. Soon though she began to stir.

"I still haven't paid you in full for the pizza.", Megan said looking at me lustfully. "Let's take care of that now!" And with that Megan reached down and guided me to sit on the couch in her place. She removed my shirt which was hanging on me unbuttoned. Giving my cock a big lick from the base to the tip she then mounted me like a stallion kneeling over me on the couch. Being so wet she slid right down to the base without a problem. She wrapped her arms around my neck while arching her back she moaned, "Damn that feels sooooo good! You fuck my pussy so goooooood!".

If you have ever seen a hot chick riding one of those mechanical bulls, that is exactly what Megan looked like. Grinding her clit on my pelvic area she rocked back and forth in an exaggerated motion. I'm surprised I didn't slip out. But she was so wet I would have probably slipped right anyway.

Reaching down to the bottom of nightie I lifted it up and over head with one swoop. Throwing it aside by hands went immediately to her breasts. Her nipples were so hard and stood out so far I was afraid of getting to close for fear they would poke an eye out. So instead I grabbed her right nipple with my teeth and alternated nibbling and sucking on it. 

Shelley was moving around the room getting all the action on her camera. She was definitely spending more time focused on Megan than on me. Just as well since she was the star of this movie. But it also seemed a bit self-serving, at least in my mind. That thought passed through pretty quickly as Megan started in on her second orgasm. 

I know from experience that after her first big O, the subsequent ones come more rapidly. She denies this, although we often discuss it, but I think she is multi-orgasmic. I think its she feels a bit embarrassed over it. I am simply jealous. After one big shot from me, I'm done. 

After that orgasm, she got off and mounted me with her back to me. Moving more up and down using her legs, I had a good view of her butt and the back of her pussy where my cock was moving in and out of her. Shelley also had a good view from her camera with the stationary camera getting some fantastic footage too. Shelley moved around while I put my hands on Megan's hips to give her some stability. From the corner of my eye I could see Shelley had taken off her sweat jacket and I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples were nearing as pointed as Megan's. And despite of her focus on the filming, her free hand was often moving to either touch her breasts or pussy.

I knew this position we were in was just for show, for the camera. And I am sure it appreciated the show. But I knew Megan's legs would soon tire. After a few minutes I sat up, took her off me and laid her on the couch -- making sure the cameras would get a good view of her. 

She had her legs spread and Shelley's camera zoomed right in on her wet and open pussy. I took a minute and groped her breasts, twisting and sucking her nipples a bit. Then lifting her feet to my shoulders, I began rubbing my hard cock on the entrance to her pussy. She looked at me with a fierce gaze saying, "I want that meat inside me right now!" Grabbing my cock she rammed it into her and I pushed in the rest of the way.




I Can Do Better Than That....



Immediately Megan orgasmed again. This time I knew it would a big multiple orgasm. For the next 4 minutes she writhed under the unrelenting onslaught of my fucking her brains out. She lost herself in the ecstasy and her body was a flurry of movement in every direction. At this point, she often tells me after these "fuck my brains out" sessions, she can't even think anymore and there are parts which are completely blanked out -- like she passed out. I tell her she definitely did not pass out and now I will have video footage of it. 

You could definitely tell the difference between her and the porn star on the video from a week earlier. This was real, unfaked. This could be an award winning scene. 

Feeling my own orgasm building up I shouted, "I'm about to cum!" Hearing that she pulled out from under me and got on her knees on the floor. We had discussed the "money shot" before. I stationed myself so the stationary camera could get a good view of it and Shelley moved around and zoomed in on my hand stroking my engorged cock. Suddenly with a roaring I shot a huge burst of cum all over Megan's tits and face. We hadn't had sex for a couple days so I had a lot built up. Globs of cum stuck to her nose, mouth and chest with a long line of cum dangling from the tip of my dick.

After a the first initial burst and the aftershocks, Megan moved forward and nearly swallowed my dick entirely. I could feel her tongue swirling around, cleaning me off. The feeling was incredible. When she came up for air Shelley came up behind me and zoomed in on her face. Megan took a finger and swabbing a glob off her chin looked right into the camera said, "Now that's what I call EXTRA MEATY!"

******

I sat back on the couch feeling completely spent. Megan sat back on her knees with a glow about her that said she felt the same. Shelley put her camera down, went over to the stationary camera turning it off and said, "I have seen a couple adult videos in the past, but this was the most erotic thing I have ever witnessed! I just hope the cameras picked it all up 'cause if they did you two will be millionaires!"

"That was probably the best sex I've ever had" Megan said. "But now I need to clean up". She got up and stumbled into the master bathroom and started the shower. 

Suddenly realizing Megan's friend Shelley was the only other person in the room and I had no clothes on, a wave of embarrassment came over me. Kind of silly, thinking back now, at what she had just witnessed and what the evening still had in store for all of us. But what can I say -- I'm just a shy, modest guy at heart. Looking around I grabbed my pants. I then told Shelley, "While she's cleaning up lets take a look at the video footage". 

We hooked up the cameras to the TV's again. The footage was amazing! I got rock hard again just watching it. "This is fantastic! Shelley, your footage is like gold!" We were both watching a close up of my cock moving in and out of Meg's shaved pussy. 

Shelley was intently watching the screens. "Yah this is good stuff." I don't think she was aware of what her hands were up to as she absentmindedly touched herself in various places on her body. 

"I'm going to go check on Megan", I said getting up. I also wanted to give Shelley some space to keep watching the video footage. 

As I approached the bathroom I could hear the shower turning off. Going in I saw Megan toweling off in the shower. I approached, knocked on the door and asked, "How you feeling?"

"Exhilarated! That was the most erotic experience of my life! I'm still having mini orgasms."

"We've been watching the footage and you were spectacular. You were right about the difference between you and the porn star from the video. Your enjoyment could be felt through the TV." I shared.

"Good." Megan said, coming out of the shower. "I can tell it had the intend effect", she said and pointed to the tent in my pants. 

"Yah. It did." Grinning like a school boy I handed her another towel and taking the wet one from her I asked, "So you still want to continue?" 

"Do I?" She came right up to me and dropping the dry towel at our feet hugged me and passionately kissed me. I could feel her begin to rub up against the hard on in my pants. After heating me up she pushed me away saying,"You and Shelley set up for the Plumber scene and I'll be right out. I need to do a costume change."

*****

Shelley and I set up the stationary camera again at the door. I went and got a tool box for a prop and put on a handyman shirt Megan bought just for this occasion. Soon Megan came out wearing just a robe. I knew that underneath she was wearing just a matching bra and panty set. 

"Everything set?" she asked.

"Just about." I replied.

"Good. Let me go make sure the kitchen is in order for when we move into there. I don't think I will be in the mood to do anything about it later", she said with a wink.

"I'll help", Shelley chimed in following Megan into the kitchen.

Walking into the kitchen Shelley said, "Meg, I just want to thank you for sharing this experience with me. Its been... wonderful so far."

"No, thank you. Without your camera work now of this would be possible. And you've been so professional about it. If it was me, I'd be ripping off my clothes and attacking the two of you." replied Megan. 

"Its not like that hasn't crossed my mind", said Shelley tentatively. "I have a question...".

"Yes?" said Megan while picking up a few kitchen items off the main dining table. She expected there would be some major action on that table and didn't want to accidentally break anything important.

"Have you every been with another woman?" blurted out Shelley.

Megan looked up at Shelley, "No. Although it has occasionally crossed my mind. I guess the opportunity never presented itself and up until recently I never had anyone I felt comfortable enough to approach."

"Until recently?" inquired Shelley.

"I knew that in order to do a marketable movie there would have to be a girl-girl scene. In fact my husband even brought that up. So I began thinking of a suitable girl partner for that scene. My thoughts kept coming back to you."

"Really?" asked Shelley.

"You have a great body, a lot like mine. At least from what I have seen." commented my wife. "And we share a lot in common, even more now", grinned Megan.

Giggling Shelley, "That is very true. And since I have seen all of you, I can truthfully say we are a lot alike physically except the carpet and drapes, if you know what I mean".

Laughing, Megan said, "I had only tried to shave myself completely once before and that was a bad experience. That was years ago. Most of the porn actresses I have seen shaved completely bald so I gave it another shot. It took a while, but I love the feeling of it when I touch myself and my husbands tongue nearly shot me over the moon with each flick."

"I keep myself trimmed, from habit I guess since I'm not getting any right now. The divorce and all." Shelley said, a bit forlorn.

"Have you ever been with a girl?" asked Megan.

"I experimented in college. But I don't remember much. I was pretty drunk those times. I do remember them being fun though", Shelley responded. 

"Do you think you could do it again?" questioned Megan tentatively.

Feeling a bit tingly, Shelley responded, "After the show I just witnessed I'm about ready to throw you down on that table myself". Shelley moved close to Megan and gave her a small kiss on the lips. Her eyes still closed, Shelley felt Megan's lips on hers. They stayed connected for a few more seconds and then they broke away.

"That was really nice", said Megan holding onto her friend's hands. "I think we could put on quite the show for the camera if you are up to it".

"You better believe it!" Shelley exclaimed squeezing Megan's hands.

*******

"This will start like when the Pizza guy came here", explained Megan. "I will be in the kitchen and try to turn on the water. When it doesn't come on, because we have turned it off below, I will complain about having to call a plumber. Then we will cut to the front door with you coming in and then back to the kitchen with you underneath the sink"

"Sounds like a plan", both Megan and I said. 

We got our cameras ready and filmed Megan in her robe turning on the sink. When the water didn't come out she said, "What am I going to do? I don't know a thing about how to fix this thing", and she hit the faucet with a beater she grabbed from the sink.

Turning around with her back to the sink, her robe opened a little bit exposing the top of her light blue bra strap. She had spent some time teasing up her blond hair so she looked like a high school girl straight from the 80's. "I simply don't have time for this today" she complained. "I had a major shopping trip planned with my friends and then I needed to get ready for my date tonight. Talk about a day killer!".

Megan picked up the phone book and pretended to turn to the plumber section of the yellow pages. Picking up the phone she hit a few numbers and said "Hello. I need a plumber ASAP... You can send one over right away? That would be great! Here's my address. ...He's in the neighborhood and can be over in 10 minutes?! ...Thats fantastic. ...Yes, I 'll be home. I'll be waiting". Megan hung up the phone and started putting away a few of the dishes. 

"I better put a few of these away so he doesn't think I'm a total slob. Besides you never know if he'll be cute", grinned Megan wistfully while we faded the scene to black. 

******

We set up the cameras facing the front door and with my 'uniform' on I went outside. Knocking on the door, it was answered by the beautiful blond with big hair and a plain pink robe on.

"I'm do glad you could make it over so quickly!" she exclaimed, ushering me right in. "Hopefully we can get this fixed and I can still keep all my plans for the day", she added.

We reset things for the kitchen and I planted myself by the kitchen sink. "Yep, you have a problem here Miss." I said trying to turn on the water. "This might take awhile", I added.

Opening the oak cabinet doors under the sink I crawled under on my back. Laying under there I pretended to use the wrench and some other tools from my tool box. 

During this Megan was looking me up and down, not so I could see but so that camera could see she was checking me out. Looking directly at the bulge in my pants she licked her lips and touched the outside of her right breast. Loud enough so the camera could here she muttered, "Thats what I really need...", and continued to check me out in a growing lustful way.

"Ma'am", I said loudly from below her sink, "I think it has to do with your pipes".

"Damn straight it does", Megan said wantonly.

"What was that ma'am?" I called out.

"Oh, I hope it doesn't cost me a fortune", she covered.

"I think it will be manageable" I replied from under the sink.

"I think I could manage that" Megan again said a bit too loudly while staring at the bulge in my pants. 

"What?" I yelled out.

"Um, I certainly hope so" she said, again covering for her slip of the tongue remark. Megan wanted to reach out and grab at me and started to do so only to suddenly pull back.

"His cock looks so good and I haven't had any for ages", complained Megan, again just loud enough so Shelley's camera could pick it up. "I wonder what he would do if I did this...", and without thinking she knelt down between my legs and before I even knew what was happening she had me unzipped, out and in her mouth. 

I felt myself getting hard in her mouth. This didn't happen often because I could usually anticipate her going down on me and my body reacted even before I could think. As it was, I could barely get out the next line, "Ma'am, what are you doing?

Lifted her head up she replied, "I need to check if you are qualified to fix my pipes". And she put my cock back in her mouth and started bobbing up and down, occasionally running her tongue up and down my shaft. 

I felt paralyzed there under the sink. The camera could only see about half of me, not that anyone watching would like to see the rest. Megan was giving me the blow job of a life time while pulling down my pants. Soon she had to release her mouth from me to take off my boots and jeans. Quickly though she was back to work and I was in paradise, if not just a bit uncomfortable in this exact position. Oh the price I pay for my art!

What I couldn't see was that during this Megan had shimmied out of her robe exposing a matching light blue bra and 'boy short" panty set. The boy shorts were trimmed with lace and looked like they could be ripped right off her (they could and I did a bit later). While sucking on me one of the bra straps slipped down, teasing the camera with the thought that maybe the rest might come down. 

After getting me good and hard with her mouth, Megan pulled back and licking her lips she said, "Time to check out my pipes now". She pulled her panties to the side and mounted me cowgirl style.

I knew this show was for the camera, but it was REALLY uncomfortable for me in this position. I gave it a few minutes and said, "Ma'am I am a professional and need to take control of this situation immediately!" I scooted out from under the sink and pulled a startled Megan from me.

Pouting she said, "But you haven't finished the job".

"Like I said, I am a professional and I'm the only one in this room certified for "pipe checking". I then reached down and ripped off the flimsy underwear leaving her only in the bra which was barely covering her heaving breasts.

Turning her around and bending her over the kitchen table, I stated, "This is how you check the pipes". And I slid my already slick cock into her pussy and started to give her a lesson in pipe checking. Her mouth opened in a silent O and she reached out across the table, holding on the far edge like her life depended on it.

Shelley had moved around and was capturing the looks on her face. I gripped her hips and varied from heavy pounding to moving in and out of her slowly. Each time I alternated the sounds she emitted changed from high pitched squeaks to lower pitcher moans. In between she let out a few obscenities and I continued grunting like it was a great physical exertion (it wasn't was 2 can play it up for the camera I thought).

We let a few minutes of this pass with Megan in the middle of a multiple orgasm. Because of the Pizza guy scene she was a lot more sensitive now. Still, even during her most intense orgasms she had a slight smile and her could tell she was having the time of her life.

Finally pulling out, I swung her around sitting her on the corner of the table. I had unclasped her bra in the process and yanked it right off her. Again, her nipples were swelled up and ripe for the picking. I felt compelled to grab one with me teeth and suck for all I was worth. We were both acting like dogs in heat, as she grabbed my head and forced more of her tit in my mouth. This is when its good that she isn't' some twig of a woman. From the fucking I just gave her, her hips were involuntarily thrusting up and down causing her other breast to bob up and down. To me its incredible hot to watch this while sucking on her.

Finally she released my head somewhat and I pulled back. I grabbed her ass and thrust my dick straight into her causing her to arch her head back. She quickly wrapped her legs around my waist. As I pulled back from each thrust she used her legs to force me back in. Luckily I'm just tall enough to avoid impaling myself on the semi-pointed corner of the table. That would have not been good.

"Is...this...the...proper...procedure...for...pipe...checking?" she grunted in between thrusts.

"Almost", I said, "We will need to run something though them to make sure they don't leak." 

Opening her eyes wide she squealed, "What does a pro like you recommend?"

Pulling out of her, she gripped the sides of the table and leaned back. I started stroking myself and said, "a little of this..." and started coming all over her pussy and stomach. The quantity wasn't as much as the first time but the ferocity was definitely there. A couple of squirts and then she slid down and started cleaning me off. Did I mention how good that felt? 

Shelley had come up close and zoomed in on the cleansing Megan was giving me. When Meg was finished she looked right at the camera (which Shelley has positioned right above Megan's head to make it look like she was looking at me) and said, "Next time I need my pipes checked I'll know to call a Pro!"

******

"This just keeps getting better", Shelley said as she and I were watching the footage. Megan needed some time to get cleaned up again for the final scenario. I had put my pants back on and a t-shirt. Not really for modesty's sake now, but just because I found it more comfortable. I could unquestionably tell Shelley was felling very 'hot and bothered' after filming the scenes and now watching the footage. I felt a bit sorry for her. 

I found her attractive, but my commitment was to Megan. And without Meg's permission I wouldn't touch Shelley in a sexual way. But I had the feeling Megan and Shelley had some ideas of their own to take care of Shelley's growing needs.

The last scene was a nurse-patient scene. I was going to be the patient and Megan has a sexy nurse outfit she was going to put on. It was complete with white heels, bustier, white thigh-high nylons, and a little white cap with the red cross on it. I had asked how she was going to keep the cap on during the scene, know how much she moved around during sex. She pulled out a handful of hairpins and said enough of those should do the trick.

My only concern about the next scene was my performance. I knew I could get it up again but the final shot with me cumming would not be as spectacular and the first two. I went into our room where Megan was nearly finished putting on the outfit. She looked hot! She hadn't put the heels on yet, but was just fixing the tiny hat on her head with the pins.

"Wow, honey you look good enough to eat", I exclaimed entering the room. "Remind me to get sick more often!" I joked.

"About you getting sick..." she said as she worked a pin through her hair and clipped it onto the hat. "We need to chat about the next scene".

Curiously I asked, "What's up?"

"I want to do the next scene as the girl-girl scene" she replied. "We haven't done it yet and we both know that is key for making a marketable movie."

"Girl-girl?" I said a bit relieved that I wouldn't HAVE TO perform, but very curious as to her plans.

"I spoke with Shelley and she is going to be the patient. You are going to operate the cameras", she explained as she fiddled with another pin.

"And she is good with this?" I asked.

"Oh she is definitely good with it", replied Megan in that grin of hers. Getting up she put on the heels. "How do I look?" she asked.

"I'm not sure I want to let Shelley have the next scene now" I said coming close and wrapping my arms around her buried my head in her ample cleavage the outfit was creating.

Pushing me away, "I just spent the last 30 minutes getting all done up for this and I'm not going to let you ruin it for 2 minutes of pleasure. We can play with this outfit another day. Maybe I'll let YOU wear it next time!" she teased as she left the room. Not likely I though, I thought, I don't swing that way.

******

We had set up the twin sized bed we had for guests. I raised up it and we put a white sheet over it in an attempt to make it appear like a hospital bed. The next step would have been to rent an actual hospital bed and as I found out those are expensive!

While I was out of the room, Shelley had changed into the patient gown Megan has originally obtained for me. It was plain white and went down to her knees. The front covered her completely to her neck and the back tied up so all you could see was the back of her knees and a triangle coming down from the back of her neck.




I Can Do Better Than That....



Sitting on the bed she was swinging her legs back and forth whistling some chick-song from the radio. 

I asked, "So you ready for this?"

"I think so", she replied tentatively. "Any advice?" she inquired.

"I simply forgot the camera was there. Of course my wife helped with that as well. The moment her lips touched me, the reality of the situation faded away", I explained.

"Good", Shelley sighed, "I hope its the same with me. I'm a bit nervous. I've been with a girl before, way back in college, but I have never been filmed or had sex with someone else watching."

Putting the stationary camera in place I chuckled, "Speaking from the voice of experience, its not as bad as you may think and its probably better than you can imagine."

Megan than appeared in her sexy nurse outfit with a tray and 3 glasses of wine. Two were filled nearly to the top while the other was only half-filled. "Here's some liquid courage", she declared, handing Shelley a full cup and me a half.

"Why only half", I asked. 

"Because you need to keep a steady hand on the camera", Megan replied. 

"Why a full cup for me", asked Shelley cupping the wine glass.

"Because if you are as nervous as I am, you'll need it!", Megan said taking the other full cup and we toasted to a successful final scene. I noticed Megan filled hers up again another half glass before taking her place for the final scene.

*****

Shelley lay on the table with the single white sheet over her. Closing her eyes she pretended she was asleep. Her excitement was high I could tell. Her chest was moving up and down very rapidly and her hands were trembling a little bit.

I hit play on the stationary camera and started up the other camera zooming out to get the entire scene. Megan came up to the bed with a clipboard in hand pretending to be reading Shelley's chart. 

"Tsk, Tsk. The poor thing. She's been in a coma a week now and nothing those male doctors have done has been any good." Megan said looking over her patient tenderly. "If she doesn't snap out of it soon, who knows what will happen?" Megan was using her ditsy porn star voice and bobbing her head side to side as she spoke. While very cheesy, it still added to her overall hotness and it got me hard again.

Looking her over Megan commented, "and I can see she has soooo much to live for!" Megan pulled the sheet down to expose Shelley in her patient gown. "Yes, definitely a lot to live for!" Megan said as she licked her lips and looked the lovely patient up and down.

Anticipation was growing in the room, at least for myself. I had seen a few girl-girl scenes in the videos we rent, but I had never seen anything in person. I just hoped I could keep the camera steady when the time came. I was starting to admire Shelley's camera skills more and more.

After pulling the sheet down, Megan let her hand slide up the Shelley's side brushing her hips and the side of her left breast as she walked to the top of the bed. Shelley was either really nervous or a lousy actress because her toes started to curl. I figured I could edit that out later.

"I know she had a boyfriend in here earlier who looked like he was more into her for her body than anything else", commented the lovely nurse. "I think I'll see for myself what all the fuss was about" she inquisitively added.

Looking around to make sure no one was watching, Nurse Megan undid the cord tying the two halves of the robe together, which Shelley had thoughtfully tied around the front of her waist. With that undone, Megan gently pulled up the gown so that only she, and not the cameras, could see what was underneath.

"Now I see what all the fuss was about", Nurse Megan said as her voice moved from the high-pitched porn star voice to something deeper and more seductive.

"There is one thing none of those male doctors will ever understand and that is how to really arouse a women. She's just sleeping and all she needs is the right reason to wake up", grinned the nurse.

Nurse Megan went down to the bottom of the table and starting to lightly kiss the tops of Shelley's feet. We didn't know at that time Shelley had something of a foot fetish and she nearly came from the foot kissing and overall anticipation, but I digress. Moving up from her feet Megan began running her hands up and down Shelley's legs while slowly kissing up them. She paused at her knees kissing around them and moving from one leg to the other and back again as she started to move her way up again. 

Shelley stirred. I couldn't really tell if it was acting or a reaction to the kissing. In a few minutes though I knew it wouldn't really matter. I grinned to myself and prayed to keep it steady.

As the nurse came up the patient's thighs, she lifted her head and said, "This gown is really in the way". Lifting the gown, Megan exposed her patient to the open air. I zoomed in with my camera and you could see Shelley's slit glistening with wetness. I supposed a real coma patient wouldn't be like that, but who cares? 

Megan wet her lips and said, "Mmmmm, its too bad the boyfriend isn't here to take some lessons on how to please a woman". Megan began to playfully touch the well trimmed hairs surrounding Shelley's pussy. Dipping a finger in and out, Megan licked it and purred. And with that, Megan continued her way upward.

Pulling up the gown even farther, Megan exposed the patient's stomach. She could use a few sit ups, but not too bad, I thought to myself. Kissing around her stomach I could see through the camera Shelley was breathing more shallow. Megan was really getting into the kissing and quickly exposed the rest of the patient, tossing the gown aside. Shelley was now completely naked and the camera was loving it.

I moved to the foot of the table and zoomed in on Megan's tongue circling her patient's left nipple. After getting it as hard as an eraser she moved to the right and did the same. Megan than moved back to the foot of the table and I took a place at the top. 

Megan gently but firmly moved Shelley's legs apart. Taking her feet and putting them on her shoulders, Megan drew Shelley close to the end of the bed and began to gently lick her clit up and down. After a few tentative licks, she started getting more into the feast and I circled around to get a better close up of the action. 

Shelley was beginning to stir more actively now moving her head back and forth, still with her eyes closed, with some light moans escaping her lips. 

"I bet those doctors never got that reaction in anything THEY did", said Megan coming up for air. Megan went back to work revitalizing the patient with her tongue and now added a couple fingers to the mix. Megan was grabbing the outside of Shelley's pussy lips and squeezed them together creating, for lack of a better term, a "clit sandwich". Megan was lightly pinching on the outside which popped Shelley's clit out. Megan would then run her tongue along the length of the slit. This was something I had never even thought of doing to my wife and I filed it away with things to do to her later.

By this time it was obvious Shelley was no longer in a coma, but was well on her way to complete recovery! Her hips started to buck and she brought a hand down on the back of Megan's head and ran it through her hair as Megan continued her expert actions. Shelley was groaning and a couple quiet expletives seeped out of her mouth. I guess its true that only a woman knows what another woman wants, because I know my wife had never previously licked a pussy in her life yet she was working over Shelley like an experienced pro. 

Shelley's mouth opened and the sound which emitted from it I can only describe as a banshee's howl. She explained later than this was her first orgasm caused by another person and it hit her hard. After the initial howl, she switched to short screams mix with a bunch of "yes's, no's", other things I couldn't make out even watching the footage later.

"I need to make sure she doesn't slip back into the coma now", Megan said aloud to no one in particular. Reaching under the table she pulled out a new dildo (at least I hadn't seen it before) and a harness. "And to make sure I need to share some of my sexual essence as well". 

Intrigued I zoomed out and filmed my wife attaching this harness and her patient slowly recovering from the immense orgasm she had just experienced. "Where did that come from?", I wondered while filming, "and how she know how to put it on? Oh well, questions for another day". After attaching the harness, Megan took off the bustier. "This is just getting in the way", she stated. 

With her pussy already wet from her own juices and the licking she received, Megan was able to easily work the dildo into Shelley and began to slowly move in and out. Shelley began to writhe on the table and she was beginning to get overloaded. Her lack of sex in her personal life was showing and I knew this scene would not last much longer.

Megan seemed to sense that as well and began to move more forcefully in and out. I found out later the harness also rubbed up again Megan's clit and this stimulation was bringing her closer to orgasm as well. The added movement was causing both women's breasts to jump up and down. Shelley reached up and grabbed hers', pinching her nipples and fondling them which helped to keep them a bit more stable. Finally, like they had previously coordinated it, they both came together in a fury of hair, screams, and cries.

Slightly recovered Megan looked up. Grinning and using the ditsy porn star voice again, Megan went to the top of the bed and said, "Success! Do you know you have been in a coma for a week?" What a perfect end to a perfect performance!

*****

It took 2 weeks to edit the video. Shelley was very interested in the final outcome, as were Megan and I. I decided to all the editing myself since I know what a guy really wants to see. Finally, 2 weeks to the day after the filming, I held a private screening in our living room. We sat on the couch with me on the far right, Shelley on the far left and Megan in the middle. 

I was pleased with the final product and I hoped the girls would feel the same. Hitting play on the DVD player, we all had glasses of wine and talked away the anxiety of watching ourselves. I dimmed the lights and the TV came alive with the sound track I had chosen. The music was modern, but still cheesy. 

The Pizza guy scene started and I complimented Shelley on her camera work. We watched Megan playing on the bed when the door bell I added was heard. We watched her give me the blow job and the watched us fuck on the couch. I could feel movement on the couch as the women were getting turned on by the scenes. I had been watching this footage for the past two weeks and practically had every moment memorized by now. Regardless, the fact that the women were getting turned on turned me on as well.

The Plumber scene came next and the women pointed out a few things they would improve IF we ever did this again. As the scene progressed though I noticed both Shelley's and Megan's hands disappearing under the blanket they had spread across themselves. And I could feel some of motion of the couch as the scene climaxed..

The video moved on to the final scenario. Megan said, "If we ever do this again, we should spring for the hospital bed rental and get some stir-ups as well. That would make things much easier and more interesting." 

My hand finally moved under my belt as my hard on was becoming painful and needed some adjusting. Megan finally gave in though and I watched as she unzipped her skirt and slid it and her panties to the floor. Keeping the blanket over her she started stroking her pussy while watching herself seduce the comatose patient on the screen. Shelley, taking her cue from Megan, slipped her slacks off and followed her example. 

I figured what the heck and did the same, shucking my pants and letting "mini-me" out into the open air. The girls both smiled at me, letting their eyes roam down to my hard dick and then refocused on the scene developing on the TV. . Sitting on the couch we all climaxed at the same time the nurse and patient climaxed. Laying there spent from the exertion, I asked, "So do we need to reshoot any of it?"

******

Back to the present. I am watching my lovely wife and her now best friend Shelley each others pussies with the same zeal a starving man would eat a King's feast. Its been about a year since the first movie screening. Since then I made some contacts within the adult film industry, gave a couple private screenings, and sold the film to a distribution company for a fair chunk of change. 

I've since learned I could have gotten more money if the ladies were better known. How did I learn that? The video we made was the best selling "Amateur" video for 6 months straight. Now the ladies are in demand. They both quit their jobs as paralegals and have applied their skills to both being in front and behind the camera. Did I mention the law firm they worked for specialized in corporate mergers and acquisitions? Its amazing the difference a little knowledge and education can bring.

Even though we have had many offers, Megan only works with me and Shelley -- both on and off camera. Limiting her sex to only each other may limit her marketability, but we feel committed to each other in that way. Shelley on the other hand has branched out, with our blessing, and done some videos with some other guys and a couple girls -- pros within the Industry -- and is becoming well known by herself. This has helped our overall marketing and business efforts since both girls know contracts inside and out. We started our own production company and are now forming a distribution model to etch more profit from the venture. We know this won't last forever, at least in front of the camera. We are simply the flavor of the day. We have been talking about helping other couples with the same idea we had make some videos for either private use or public distribution. Maybe Megan and I will eventually branch out to another couple or woman. I have thought about it often, but she calls the shots on that one -- never mess with a good thing!

Our production company? Its called "We Do It Better Productions". 



I Can Do Better Than This



Greetings coveted readers: I haven't submitted anything for quite a while. I've just had nothing I wanted to write. Then, the other day, I caught a few lines of a song on the radio. I haven't heard it before, or since, and I cannot seem to recreate the melody in my head. But, the words did make an impression on me. And so, I offer this story for your approval:

We'd been dating about 3 weeks when we were intimate on the 6th date. She was a 23 year old Senior at Colorado State University, majoring in Animal Feed Science, I was a 28 year old grad student, with a BS and MA in Veterinary Medicine and was about to get my Doctorate in that same vocation. I did not have her in any classes, but our fields of interests were similar enough that we were often in the same area of campus many times per week. We inadvertently had met and knew each other for two or three years before we actually dated.

She, the svelte and tall, willow swan, dark haired, blue eyed with straight, white teeth, an air of class and ornery girl machisma. She was a tall 5'10", 140 fit pounds; very perfect 'C' cup breasts with a small round, athletic tight butt that makes men forget their whereabouts as they watch her move about, bend, stoop, walk and pose for her admirers. 

She was an easy 3.5 GPA student and never really tried to do any better. Her name is Audrey. Audrey Nichole Neville and she descends from British Royalty. Often I'd playfully call her Annie (Audrey Nichole Neville, initials A.N.N.) as a nickname, even though she didn't like it.

Me, the relatively average looking guy of 6', 175 lbs., Sandy brown hair and hazel eyes. I wasn't, am not, ugly but not super looking either. I am bright, but not brilliant. I had no real athletic talent, but I wasn't out of shape, I had few social skills but I wasn't a wallflower either, just sort of an average type of guy, nothing special.

My GPA was 3.3 and I had to work hard to keep it up that high. But, I was well on my way, almost there; to becoming a veterinarian. Veterinary Science and practicing vets have a reputation for earning a solid living with lots of job security. So, I wasn't exactly a throw away, but, not really the grand prize either.

It seems now that I always kind of knew that Audrey was just stopping off in her life as far as her relationship with me was concerned. It seemed like she knew she could do better than settle for someone like me, but that right guy hadn't quite come along yet, so I was the stand-in for a real boyfriend/fiancé until the perfect one came along. She almost always kept a distance, some sort of protective shield in place. Occasionally after an ardent fucking, she'd let her guard down and gush some wonderful sharing of her life with me. But, it was not often and not for long periods of time when it did happen. She pulled back and stayed back most of the time.

I guess I kind of forgot that little detail along the way and I fell in love with her. Hope springs eternal, doesn't it? Or, is it, "Love is Blind?" I think it is both.

She was mostly good to me, kind, even loving at times. But, she never really made the leap, never committed that last ounce of her heart to me, always holding something in reserve, hoping that her 'Lance-Lancelot' would make his appearance and save her from the dull drudgery of a life with such a common one as I.

As I turned 29, I was to receive a trust fund set up for me when I was born. I'd lost my parents when I was 15. They died tragically on a luxury cruise ship when it lost power and became disabled in the middle of the sea, drifting for days before rescuers were able to respond to their ship's location and tow it to shore for repairs and offloading of the passengers. Fresh water became scarce; frozen and refrigerated food spoiled, raw sewage was running in the ships hallways. My parents caught some infection and died on the ship before they ever made it to shore. They were on their 20th wedding anniversary celebration and took a cruise as their gift to one another. 

I was 15 and they trusted me to stay home alone that two weeks during the summer, with the supervision of neighborhood families and friends looking in on me every day.

My parents weren't wealthy, but they both had jobs, both had income, left their Last wills and testaments, life insurance policies and an estate and had set up a trust for me, contributing what they could to it since I had been born. It matured when I was to turn 29. It was substantial.

The cruise company had paid One million, fifty thousand dollars each for my parent's deaths, as my share, in settlement of a five hundred million dollar class action lawsuit the surviving passengers brought against them. It seems negligence on their part was proven to the satisfaction of the courts and a judgment was rendered.

The judge, in my case in juvenile court, ruled the money be put in my trust fund, with living expenses and college fees to be doled out to me as needed until I attained that age, under the original terms of the trust as set up by my parents at the time of my birth. Since I had no family, or legal guardian, the judge appointed a lawyer to handle my finances and sent me to a foster home until I reached 18. Regular monthly checks, deposited in my account at the bank, kept my life bearable, because the foster parents did not want to halt the gravy train.

Additionally I had their life insurance proceeds, their savings, and even the house was paid for on their death by their mortgage insurance. But, I had to move into a foster home until I was at least eighteen.

So, in just a few weeks, I was to receive three million seven hundred thirty three thousand dollars as the fund matured and I became of age to receive its' bounty. Interest, dividends and stock price increases had grown the fund to a substantial fortune, in spite of my cost of living draw and administration costs through the years For a young man I was about to be quite wealthy. 

Money would be no issue, but I never mentioned this trust fund to Audrey. She had no idea of my soon to be wealth. She knew only of my monthly check, that it was enough to cover my expenses while in school.

I must have had a protective mechanism that triggered inside me, because she never committed the last ounce of her heart, I didn't either. Though I was in love and devoted to her, I had dreams of buying her a beautiful home and making a wonderful life together with the money. I just never told her about the trust fund.

We hung out together on the weekends when we had free time and even in the evenings some times during our last year of schooling there in Fort Collins. We got married after 4 months of dating in a private ceremony in the District Judge's office.

There was always plenty to do, skiing was close, lots of bars and restaurants in the college town dotted every corner almost. There were plenty of farms, ranches and feedlots we could visit together to enhance our college majors with some hands-on experiences. We did many things together.

We had a fairly good sex life, in my estimation. Her favorite position, and actually it is a favorite of mine too, is when she'd lay on her right side, I'd spoon up behind her and play with her clit as my cock would nudge her from behind. I could boink around on her rosebud a little and then finally insert my cock into her pussy while playing with her clit. As I pistoned in and out of her, I'd push the top of her pussy so that my cock would be rubbing on her g-spot from inside, all the while rubbing her clit from the outside. She was explosive when we did that. Actually, I was explosive when we did that, too.

We had oral sex a lot too. We both did love to give and receive oral sex. I felt like I was better at it than she was. She'd nearly break my neck or cut off my air supply sometimes when I'd lick her and finger her at the same time to wild orgasms. But, when she gave me oral, she'd never swallow; she always held onto my cock and only took the tip into her mouth. It wasn't the best, but it was ok and I did usually come, just that she'd have a napkin or towel ready to catch my load.

Our sex life was good, I did not complain. We were married but four months, not time to really have anything to complain about yet.

But, Audrey seemed forever slightly perturbed with me. She wasn't ever satisfied with the direction "we" were taking. Actually, it was 'my' direction with which she wasn't satisfied I determined later.

One day we were at a feedlot east of Greeley helping them out with our individual expertise in our respective areas of study. The feedlot had received a load of supposedly 'open' heifers. That means females guaranteed, "not ever to have been with a bull, therefore not pregnant".

At final count, 45 of the animals were pregnant when they were off loaded, and some started delivering their premature calves right there in the feedlot, after the stress of their trip. I was assisting the lot's cowboys and feed truck drivers with the delivery of the calves. The feedlot didn't want the calves but we needed to save the mothers because of the initial investment. We were duty bound to minimize the loss of life because the settlements against the ranch that sent them to the feedlot, would be substantial. But, we had no way to care for the live birthed calves, so they were all stillborn prematures or they did not survive their first night in the harsh environs of the feedlot.

One of the young cows was having a tough time delivering her calf. It looked like she wouldn't be able to get it done, so I decided I had to take the calf by force from her exhausted body. 

With bare hands I reached up inside that cow, who'd been in labor for about 30 hours, I got ahold of that calf's back feet(it was a breach birth), then I pulled. I put one foot on her butt, the other on the top of her thigh and pulled with all my might. She shit all over me, and when the calf came out, blood and placenta squirted on me and all over the back end of the cow. I was laying in blood and shit and had it squirted all over me from head to toe.

The calf was dead and would have never delivered, the mother would have died in labor had I not done what I did.

Audrey was in the office at the time of this event when I came into the office to grab a shower and clean up. She saw me, she looked at my shit and blood covered face, hands and clothes. She shook her head in disbelief with disgust. As I walked somberly down the hallway to the men's room and the showers, I heard her comment to the secretary, "I can do better than this."

Audrey left me that following weekend. "This isn't going to work, Bill, I just need to keep looking, see who's out there", she explained to me. "I love you, but I'm not in love with you." "I'm filing for a no fault divorce. You don't owe me and I don't owe you, just let's quit this." That was her words. No tears, no emotion, just resolve.

I was stunned; I thought I may have read that in a story somewhere. No matter, she'd said it and it was to me that she was talking. I was alone in life. I did have my millions intact. But, money makes a poor substitute for someone to love, and someone who loves back.

We parted company, we went our separate ways after court that day. She'd come back to Colorado from her new job and I took the day off from mine. I was broken hearted, but I did not let her see it, or I tried not to let her see it. She's no dummy, so I'm sure she did know how this had hurt me. She just didn't care.

Still, I realized that to try and corral her would never be the answer. If she wasn't happy, she'd never be a good mate and life partner, no matter what my own level of love for her was. It takes two to make a happy marriage, a life together, a partnership. We were but one...me.

Graduation day came and went; she got a job with Cargill Foods and moved to Wichita. She was going to work in the lab, testing cattle and hog feed additives, looking for ways to put more weight on the critter, while using the same amount of feed, and in the same amount of time. It was a good job, and she had a bright future. But, Wichita? Not so great.

After graduation, I applied to several veterinary clinics around the Front Range and finally accepted a surgery position in a well-known and successful practice around Brighton, concentrating my practice on large animals, like cattle and horses. I performed surgery to save the lives of expensive horses or prized beef and dairy cattle. It was extremely lucrative for me. I would make $80,000 in my first year as a large animal surgeon. With time and experience would come huge income increases, eventually to become three hundred to four hundred thousand dollars per year most likely.

But, I was all alone and lonely. No parents, no brothers or sisters, no aunts or uncles dotted my horizons that I knew of and I just had nobody who I was close to.

I was an eligible bachelor; lots of MILFS and older unmarried women were always sniffing around and trying to land a date. I did go out some, but I had no favorite. I just went out because I sometimes needed something with flesh on it to talk to, other than horses and cows. My sex life was conservative. I could have gotten laid morning, noon and night if I wanted, but I didn't. So, only occasionally did I treat myself to a day and night in bed with one of the cougars that prowl the jungles of our Queen city of the High Plains.

It was in the week between Christmas and New Year's, just 7 months after we'd graduated, and 5 months since our divorce was final, that a knock came on my door late at night, around 11pm. I lived in a condo in Brighton, I just was renting it until I found what I wanted to buy. Brighton is a town of 33,000 Northeast of Denver 20 miles or so on US Highway 85.

I was laying on my couch, kind of zoned out, half asleep and half listening to Letterman. I like to sit around in my jockeys and turn the heat up in the apartment to where I'm comfortable without much on, even in winter. Money for utility bills was no issue.

When I heard the knock, at first I wasn't sure I actually had heard it, or if it might be next door. Then, a little more sharply came a rapping and I stumbled to my feet and went to the door opening it without covering up, standing there in my Jockeys.  

There stood this tall, once lovely, creature who looked like she'd been fighting with a sock full of silver dollars. She was beaten and bruised, her right eye swollen shut, her lips, both of them, top and bottom were split and bleeding, she had a patch of hair missing in the top center of her head, it looked to have been pulled out by the roots, bleeding. Her cheeks were bruised and swollen and she just stood there, dry eyed, looking at me. 

"Audrey, for cryin' out loud, what is going on? Come in here" I grabbed her upper arm gently, but she winced when I squeezed just a little to urge her inside. It was bruised too.

I was so surprised to see her. She seemed unwilling to talk. She just sat on my couch with a haunted expression. Not crying, nor whimpering nor talking, she just sat there bleeding and suffering.

"Have you been raped? Who did this to you? Audrey, what has happened here? Talk to me, Annie." I said.

She only said these words, "Not raped, boyfriend beat me up. He's stoned and lost it with me." She offered no other words.

I guessed they had come back to Colorado over Christmas and probably had mixed it up some after smoking some weed and drinking too much at one of the many parties.

"I should call the police, this guy needs to go to jail" I said.

"NO, NO POLICE!" she shouted without any other words.

"Ok, no police." I said.

I told her I was going to draw a bath, that I'd be right back. It took me 6 or 7 minutes to start the bath, get out my best shampoo and soap and pick the bathroom up a bit.

I went back to the living room, she had not moved. I helped her very gently into the bathroom, and told her I was going to bathe her in warm water, that I'd be removing her clothes. She did not acknowledge me, nor did she resist. 

She just stood there as I removed her shoes and socks, shirt and jeans, then her bra and panties. Her black and blue, lithe and beautiful, but, ugly bruised body was on full display. I did not recognize where I'd once played so contentedly.

I guided her into the large tub and got in with her. I only had my jockeys on, so I was already basically unclothed. I sat behind her, and began pouring water on her hair, then I washed it and rinsed it. It was bloody, where her 'friend' had pulled a fist full of her dark locks from their mooring in her scalp. And, it was sore. The shampoo burned her and she whimpered when soap came into contact with that fresh wound. She had bruises beginning on her back, shoulders and arms down to her butt, but I couldn't see beyond that, because she was sitting. I knew her legs had some bruising, but not as bad as her upper body.

After gently washing her back I got up and pulled her to the back of the tub, then got in and sat in front of her. Her breasts shocked me. There were bites and bruises so bad. How horrid were the marks she had on those lovely firm mounds. Her nipples and areola were bleeding, her belly had bruising and I knew her pudenda was very abused, but was unable to see much with it under water.

I lathered a washcloth again, and gently ran it over her face, washing away blood, sweat, dirt and old tears. There were no fresh tears on Annie's (Audrey) face.

I had her raise her arms and I washed there. She had not shaved and her armpits were quite hirsute. I caressed her upper chest and her breasts with the washcloth and moved over her belly as she lay back with one leg on either side of me as I sat there in the large tub, in front of her.

As I began to soap up the washcloth again, I told her I'd need to do each leg and then her groin. She did not acknowledge, she did not resist, so, I lifted a leg and washed the unshaven hairy leg of my ex-wife and former lover. Then I lifted the other leg and did the same. I lathered the washcloth and looked at her body and face. She was watching me, following me quietly from a distance it seemed, not speaking not reacting not emoting anything in particular that I recognized.

Gently I put my hand under her small ass and raised her body out of the water. I applied the washcloth to her very hairy vagina and began to wash. I washed down to her ass hole and all around the area. There was considerable bruising and she was tender there, I was very gentle.

As we sat there silently in the tub, her bath complete, I drained the water out and began refilling the tub with slightly hotter water, to let her soak and to rinse some of the bloody and dirty soapy water off. 

"Vince, do you have any wine?" She asked me, much to my startling.

"Annie, I'm not Vince. This is Bill-remember?" "Look at me, Annie, look at me."

I looked closely into her eyes for the first time this evening and noticed her pupils were unevenly dilated. Concussion.

I shut the water off, pulled the drain plug and ran for the phone. "911, what is your emergency?"

Three days later, I was at the hospital to pick her up. They were releasing her with follow-up instructions. 

She did not want her parents to know, and had implored me to just pick her up when she was released and let her convalesce with me for a few days. She'd call her work and arrange to get back from Christmas break a little late.

Yeah, right Annie. I mean, Audrey. Ok.

I took her to DIA and put her on a plane to Wichita a few days later. I had to buy her ticket, get her some clothes and toiletries and two hundred dollars to get home on. She was barely grateful. I wondered if she didn't just expect me to be there for her. 

It was ok, I could afford it. The hit that I took was to my heart. I was in the process of getting over her, why would she come to me when she was in such a bad way? She didn't love me, why would she come to me and look for me take care of her like that? What was she thinking? It appeared that I was just expected to take her in, to help her and be a personal safety net for her. 




I Can Do Better Than This



I got a greeting card, with a Five hundred dollar debit card in it a few weeks later. She wrote a few words of thanks and less than effusive praise, but I could tell she was grateful for my help and that I'd not called her folks. Beyond that, I wondered if she felt she had 'done better' after me, after all. But, I never brought it up.

My practice was booming, I was busy in surgery several days of each week. Horses and cattle, large animal surgery; that was my specialty. 

The Colorado Game and Fish Department showed up in my office one day several months later. They were a man and a woman, in ranger uniforms with side arms and badges on their chests and rank displayed on their collars. 

"We need to see Dr. Collins," the lady told Sheila, my assistant.

"He's in surgery at the moment, but I expect him to be finished within 15 to 20 minutes. Could I get you coffee or tea while you wait?" Sheila offered.

I finished my surgery and Sheila told me I had Game and Fish Department officials in the outer office wanting to see me. I told her to show them into my personal office.

"Dr. Collins, I am Gayle Sharp and this is Ben Hradeky. We are directors of the Colorado Wildlife Department. We know that you perform large animal surgery of all types. We're facing a problem with our elk herd in the South Park area down in Southern Colorado in the San Juan Mountain range. There is a, or, some disease that has infected the main herd and we are desperately seeking advice and counsel to keep it from spreading to the other herds throughout 

Colorado and other states. It seems isolated right now, but we do not know what we are facing. We could use, actually we need, your skills to perform autopsies, maybe even general exploratory surgery on some of the live animals. We need to find out what is happening and get it stopped." Officer Sharp relayed.

"Well, director, my basic knowledge and practice is on cattle and horses. I've had some training in wildlife health, but I'm not really practiced or knowledgeable most game animals." I replied.

"I guess surgery on cattle and horses wouldn't be too different than surgery on elk, I'd need a bit to make sure procedures, intricate information that is different between the species could be accounted and safely performed." I said. "What is it you want me to do exactly?"

"First we need to have you look at our procedures, look at the population of infected animals and see if we're missing something. Next, it would help if you could autopsy some of the freshly dead carcasses, identify the cause of death, and then help us develop a plan to cure it, stop it from spreading or come up with some solutions." She begged. 

She continued, "The state wildlife fund is paid for by licenses and fees charged to the users in the state, and operates separately from the general legislative budget. Therefore we have separate rules than spending taxpayer money only, and we can absolutely reimburse you for losses in your business when engaged in state interests as well as pay you our top rates for state Veterinarians while occupied with our agency." "You've come highly recommended by everyone we've tried to enlist and you seem to be a last hope here. We'll have to destroy the whole herd if we can't get a handle on this right away." 

The phone rang on my desk. That was unusual because Sheila would normally screen my calls. I asked the officers for a minute while I answered the phone. They remained sitting and I picked the receiver up, "Dr. Collins", I spoke.

"Bill, help me. I'm in trouble can you come get me? I'm in Salina and I don't have transportation or money to get back to Wichita, but I've lost my job anyhow, so I need to come back to Colorado. Can you come get me?" Audrey pleaded.

"Salina is 350 miles. I'm very busy right now. Is this an emergency Annie?" I asked.

"I'm just broke and can't get back. I'm afraid to hitchhike and don't have the money for a room. Can't you help me, Bill?"

"Annie, where are you right now?" I asked.

"Salina Knight's Inn right off exit 125 in Salina. I'm using the pay phone in the lobby," She explained.

"See if you can get a manager," I growled.

"Hello, this is Robin Scout speaking, can I help you" came a young, perky female voice over the phone after a minute.

I gave her a credit card number, asked her to put the young lady up in a room and feed her through their restaurant, putting the charges on my card until I could pick her up. She agreed to do what I asked, she was helpful.

"Oh, thanks Bill. How soon can you get here?" It was Audrey back on the phone.

"I don't know. I'll call and let you know. For now, sit tight until I can work this out." I told Audrey. "It might be a few days, I have lots cooking right now."

I hung up and told the two Wildlife officers that I would do what I could, that I was at their service for a few days, at least.

I told Sheila I'd be out of the office for the rest of the week, that If anything came in that was pressing, to call me on my cell; and to reschedule the rest of this week's surgeries until one or two weeks down the road. I knew some of the critters that were scheduled for surgery may not make it until I got back, but I was torn three ways here. I may not be making the best decisions. But, I had to make them.

The Game and Fish officers drove us to the regional Adams County Airport in Brighton and we flew in their twin engine plane to South Park. 

I needed to have a look at the situation. I spent the entire flight on my laptop, studying this different species that I'd be dealing with, updating my own training and knowledge of things I would need to watch for as I operated on these creatures. I referred back to google search and my medical journals online many times during the next 48 hours.

I spent two days there, after half a dozen autopsies on the infected elk. With lab results in hand, I felt like I knew the problems they faced. I gave them my medical opinion and advice for treatment. It was a parasite and the animals could pass it from one to another in feces and drinking the water that had been fouled with feces.

I'd worked 48 hours straight, without sleeping or stopping to rest. I ate on the run while doing my research, performed the autopsies, and I put my whole effort into finding the problem, then suggesting a solution.

They'd be able to take it from there. They were so appreciative. They offered me a huge consulting fee for my services, for saving the whole herd of thousands of elk there in South Park. They'd expected me to be on the job for much longer, so they did not have my compensation thought through yet.

"I'll tell you what, director Hradeky, if you'll fly me back to Brighton then send this plane out to Salina Kansas and pick up a passenger, bring her back here, I'll settle for half of what you've offered." I said.

"You've got yourself a plane and a plan, there doc., with our grateful thanks., Said Director Hradeky.

I slipped between the sheets and the next thing I know someone was pounding on my door, "Bill, it's Audrey let me in...Bill!"

There I was, in my Jockeys, holding the door open for Audrey once again. This time she wasn't beaten and bruised but she was crying, crying hard. She did notice my piss hard-on as she walked past me coming into my condo. I saw her eyes take it in through the tears she was shedding.

"What happened this time, Annie?" 

"Can I just come in and stay a while? I'll tell you all about it, I just need to know I can stay for a few days and get my feet on the ground again. I'm not doing too well, Bill." Audrey cried.

"This will be the Last time, Annie. This is not how I'm going to live my life. You wanted out of it and you cannot keep uprooting me every time you find out you actually couldn't do better than me." 

She looked at me, stunned. She remembered saying it. It was a pivotal moment for her in our 4 month old marriage back then. It was at that moment she had decided to ditch me, back one month before graduation. It was when I, the average, the lackluster, the less than perfect; who came wading into that office dripping with cowshit and blood that she'd finally made her choice. "She could do better than this."

"Annie, it appears you can't do better. But, you don't seem to realize it. So, one week. You stay one week and you are out. You have a week, you hear me?"

"Oh, thanks Bill. I'll find something by then."

"What happened this time, anyhow? You lost your job? What happened to the girlfriend beater from the last time you were here? How did you get so low, Annie?"

"He lives in Wichita. He tried to get at me when I got back to Wichita, but I finally did have to call the police. They got him right away. He's been charged with Heroin and Cocaine Possession, distribution, sale and operating a meth lab," She said.

"He never had charges of beating me brought, because all I could prove was the beating here in Colorado last Christmas. He did hit me when we were living in Wichita, but I couldn't prove it because I never went to the cops when my bruises were fresh. I waited until this last time to tell them. But, anyhow, he's out of my life now for good." She said. 

"They raided his house. He had all sorts of drugs and guns and cash. It made a splash in southeastern Kansas," she added.

"Then, when it all came out that I was with him and he was so loaded with drugs, they, my company, by association deemed me guilty of drug possession and use and fired me." She added again.

"Are you using?" I asked.

"I have some, a little, but I'm not doing anything now." She answered.

"Can't get it, can't afford it, can't fuck for it?" I sneered.

With shock, she said, "No, Bill. I don't want to use I want to be clean. I only went along with it because he was always high and it made for such great sex."

"Right; I'm not going there Audrey. Take the room down the hall on the right. 7 days, that's it."

I knew what it was instantly. I felt the bed gently move. I was awakened with the sensation of warm lips on my cock, not just the tip but my whole cock was enveloped in warm and wet. She'd acquired new skills, it seemed. My cock grew instantly. The bedside clock said 3:23 am. It did feel so good and I'd been neglected sexually for so long. But, this was Audrey. This was the woman who hurt me and who I did not trust. This is the woman who left me feeling alone in the world after having let me think I had a chance at love. This is the woman who rejected me, now, sucking my dick.

I pulled the covers back, exposing her as she lay between my legs lathing and slurping on my hard-as-nails cock. 

I pulled my dick from her mouth and brushed her hands off my thighs, "Knock it off Audrey. I can do better than this!"

I pushed her out of my room and locked the door.

"Yep, I can do better than this. And, I'm going to" I resolved as I leaned on the door listening to her sobs on the other side.

Audrey was gone, not in seven days but in four. 

I sent her off with a stern admonition not to contact me again. I told her, "I do not want to be your go-to guy; you are on your own, finally. Leave me out of your life. Find whatever you think is better than this, but don't involve me in the search again."

I had told her to reconnect with her folks; they would be the logical ones to help her now.

She said she wouldn't bother me anymore and walked out the door, into the night. She left three days early, because she could tell how annoyed I'd become with her. 

No, my love had dissipated. My compassion had run its' course. My patience with her treatment of me was at an end, there'd be no more Audrey for me. 

She was still a package to watch. She's tall, thin and has a perfect body. She has a great smile and most men would crawl across broken glass just for the privilege of sniffing the last dick that had fucked her.

Just remember guys, "No matter how good she looks, how hot she is, how she tempts your basal instincts; there is some guy, somewhere who is sick of her shit. You can do better than this."

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-Pultoy