3 comments/ 21339 views/ 4 favorites Our Holiday with the Pornstars By: Billshaw1982 Bill sat in the garden and took in his surroundings. He was in the back yard of a large house in Los Angeles. The whole thing was decked out in a fashion that he didn't really like but there was something to be admired in the pure ostentatiousness of it all. There was a large pool, extensive landscaped grounds and even an outdoor Jacuzzi and mini golf course. From the moment he arrived with his wife an hour ago, the whole experience had been a bit surreal. Having being driven up the elongated driveway and dropped off next to a multitude of trucks and vans, Bill and his wife Anne approached the huge double - fronted door, rang the bell and waited. Bill could tell his wife was excited from the way chattered continually on the drive over and how she squeezed his hand as they waited side by side. The door was opened some time later by a small woman, who looked like a cross between a librarian and a rock chick. She was short and sort of on the plump side of normal, with highly unfashionable hair which was crumpled by the combination microphone and headphone headset she was sporting. In her arms she cradled a large clip board. Her look was completed by an oversized black Led Zeppelin T shirt and Black Doc Martin boots. Bill thought she looked quite odd, out of place and had glanced down at his current location on his mobile phone's navigation application to confirm they had arrived at the correct address. "Yes," the woman blurted, looking Bill in the eye. "Can I help you?" Bill stood silently, thrown by the Woman's appearance, not knowing what to say. The impatience of the small woman further tied his tongue as she stared at him almost accusingly. Luckily his wife Anne piped up at this point, sensing her husband's befuddlement. "Hi, it's Anne -- Anne Tims aka Anna La-Monte and this is my husband Bill. I am here for filming today, "said Anne, extending her hand to the woman. A smile of recognition dawned on the Woman's face as she looked down at her clipboard, flicking through several sheets before noting something down on her chosen sheet. She then warmly shook hands with both of them and enthusiastically chirped "Welcome, you are right on time, I'm Cheryl," she said to Anne. "We will be setting up for your scene in a few hours I hope. In the meantime, follow me and I will find you somewhere to get changed, get your make-up done and all those things." Looking at Bill she continued "We don't get many husbands Bill but we will find you somewhere nice to sit in the shade while Anne gets ready to record her scene. The house is lovely and the studio has gone to town with the catering so you should be in for a very pleasant afternoon -- Both of you!" she said glancing back at Anne and smirking. The pair of them followed Cheryl as she beckoned them through the door. They were in a large entrance hall with a very grand staircase and extremely high ceiling. Bill thought to himself that this room would be a tricky job to decorate, but then decided that if someone could afford the house, then hiring in help would not be an issue most likely. The house was a hive of activity. People were moving furniture about from the lower floor to the upper floor, while others in a side room were checking and assembling camera equipment and others were hanging about talking loudly and purposefully on mobile phones. They passed through the hall and into an adjoining room. It was, Bill thought, a dining room normally, but it had been transformed into some sort of video editing suite with blacked out windows and a bank of monitors and computers. Two men were sat in front of the menagerie of equipment eating take-out sandwiches. They nodded in recognition to Cheryl and sat up and said a warm hello to Anne as she followed. Bill heard them chatting excitedly as they walked away from them. They walked through this room and out one of the doors on its far side into a long hallway with several doors branching off on one side and a large double patio door on the other. At the end of the corridor, Cheryl stopped at the door and called out loudly "Simon... SIMON!" A moment later, a flustered young man appeared from through the doorway. Cheryl introduced Bill and Anne to Simon and asked Simon to take Anne to wardrobe and make-up. Anne followed Simon through the door as he babbled excitedly at her -- telling her how fabulous she looked. Bill, remained with Cheryl, while Anne and Simon walked off into another part of the house, Anne flashing a slightly nervous smile at Bill as they parted. Cheryl made another note on her clip board and then spoke into her headset. "Miss La-Monte in make-up." After listening to a brief reply on her headset, she turned to Bill and grinned. "Follow me Bill," she said. Bill nodded, not thinking to correct Cheryl on her incorrect use of his wife's title then pondering to himself if Miss was really correct after all. It was definitely Mrs Tims, but Mrs La-Monte? - He wasn't so sure about that. Soon they were marching back the way they came, through the house once more. From the middle of the previous hallway, Cheryl opened one side of the set of patio doors and then they stepped outside into the hot Californian sun. As they walked through the door and onto an outdoor paved area, Cheryl spoke again. "Quite a place isn't it Bill?" "Not half," agreed Bill. "Who can afford this sort of house? It's palatial" Cheryl explained that the house was actually owned by a banker from Minnesota who was only ever in town one or two months of the year. The rest of the time he rented it out to anyone who had the cash. "Studio has the place for the week for a few thousand bucks," she added. Bill nodded to himself and followed on. At the other side of the paved area was a hedge made of tall, dense, green trees. Walking around them they came to a swimming pool. Bill was about to make another comment on the extravagance house when he saw her - lying naked at the side of the pool was a simply mesmerising young blonde, sunbathing. Her golden hair, her full red lips, her large, tastefully enhanced breasts, long legs with red toenails and her pussy, shaved down to a neat little wisp of blonde. She was like some sort of goddess in flesh. Skin tanned and glistening in the midday sun. Bill sighed deeply and tried to take in as much of her body as possible as he walked slowly in a trance, at a tangent to where she lay. As he and Cheryl passed, the divine creature exchanged brief greetings with Cheryl. "Nice isn't she?" Cheryl asked Bill knowingly as they passed out of earshot of the sunbathing woman. "That's Jessica Jole, one of our contract starlets. I can see from your staring that you like what you see. Can't say I blame you. She is very much an up and coming thing for the studio. A really beautiful girl and a great performer- we have got plans for her to make several features with us over the coming months. Her scenes are so hot that even the camera guys get hard filming her and they watch pretty girls having sex all day long. I think the plan is for her to feature at some point in this movie but I am not sure if the details have been finalised yet. Bill was a little perturbed by how little notice Cheryl seemed to take of the naked sunbather and how the girl was not bothered in the slightest by him -- a strange man, ogling her naked body. He gave another sigh and continued following. They left the pool area and descended a short series of steps to find themselves in a quiet, secluded area of the garden, screened by walls on three sides and open in the direction of the pool in the other. The back wall had an archway through it but this was currently obstructed by a gate. The area contained a number of small round tables and a few sun loungers. There was also a small table which had been laid out with a rather delicious selection of food which, in Bills opinion was exactly the right variety for a hot summer's day. He also noted to his satisfaction an ice bucket containing a respectable selection of continental beers and two large pitchers containing iced cocktails. He could no longer see the stunning creature lazing by the poolside since they descended from the pool area but the mere thought of her was enough to maintain the erection Bill had been sporting since he rang the doorbell. "This is you," announced Cheryl. "This is what I like to call the sunken garden. I see you have noticed the food already. Help yourself to whatever you want and just chill out. There are magazines underneath the buffet table if you get bored waiting. I'll send Anne down to you after she is finished getting ready. No one should bother you here so if you want to relax, it is ideal. If you are feeling more sociable then feel free to wander about, just remember to be quiet at all times and watch where you are going. The director won't appreciate people wandering into shot unannounced or ruining his scene by talking over the action. See you later." With that, Cheryl said a few words into her headset, made a note in her clipboard then about-faced and marched off, leaving Bill alone. Bill went over to the table immediately to check out the spread. He was delighted to find one of his favourite imported Czech lagers amongst the selection of beers, nestling in a bucket of ice. He took a bottle, opened it and took a random selection of other goodies back to a table at the edge of the sunken garden. He sat down and took a sip of the lager as he looked about himself. Apart from the table groaning with food and drink, there was not really much to see, the walls and steps up to the pool meant that the view was far from panoramic but Bill was quite happy to sit, have a few beers and wait. As Bill sat and sipped on the delicious lager, he could not help but smile to himself. A year ago, as far as he was concerned, he was half of a perfectly normal married couple. Now, he was sitting in the plush gardens of a mansion, sipping on ice cold beer, waiting on his wife returning from getting what amounted to a makeover. The only other pertinent detail was that later on in the afternoon, his wife would be starring her first hardcore sex scene. She would be making love on camera with Steve Silverwood, a man both Anne and he had seen plenty of times, often naked and sometimes in extreme close-up, but never actually met. He thought to himself, just how did this bizarre scenario come about? Casting his mind back, he relived in his mind the events of the previous few months as he sipped slowly at his beer. The swinging website, the e-mail with the pictures and then the phone call -- the conclusion of which set in motion the events that led Anne and himself to where they were now. One beer became three and when eventually he became bored of reminiscing, he busied himself by retrieving a magazine from beneath the buffet table. It was a generic young man's magazine, full of adverts, how to guides and picture-laden features on young female pop music stars, giving vaguely titillating insight into their sex lives while all too obviously trying to plug their latest audio dirge. Bill found this sort of thing in particular rather boring, but as long as he just looked at the pictures it wasn't too bad a way to pass the time. His wife had been gone for well over an hour by this point but Bill was a patient man and knew better than to try to rush Anne so he sat back in a chair and made the most of the surroundings and the freebies. As he was reading through a too-ridiculous-to-be-serious guide on how to disarm a terrorist bomb armed with a ballpoint pen and a hearing aid, he became aware of a sound in the distance, coming from the direction of the house. The sound was intermittent and faint but it sounded like a groan, it sounded like a female groaning with pleasure. Whether it was the light breeze or the low level of his current location, he was only able to hear the odd few moans and cries of the woman's rapture. He tilted his head this way and that, trying to enhance the sounds of sex, drifting down from the house. The sound abruptly halted making Bill wonder if someone had closed a door or something similar. While this was a frustrating for him, it reminded him of the purpose of the afternoon and his peripheral role in the proceedings. He returned to his article and once more took a slug of beer. Sometime later, while he was scrutinising a particularly suggestive picture of one of the members of a female R&B group, he heard the familiar sound of his wife's laughter. From the voices, Bill guessed she was chatting with the assistant Simon who she went with as Bill and she parted in the house earlier. "Down in there hon," said Simon in his distinctive, excited cadence. Bill heard his wife laugh and then, glancing up, saw her come into view as she appeared at the top of the stairs. As she began her careful descent, Bill drank in her beauty. She was wearing a tight, knee length grey and black mini dress, complimented by sparkling red heels. The dress was decorated with a red belt which drew it in at the waist. It served to accentuate Anne's delicious curves to wonderful effect -- indeed her breasts and ass were barely contained in the fabric of the garment. Now she had reached the foot of the stairs, they swayed as she walked confidently over to Bill, her heels announcing her arrival on the tiled floor of the sunken garden. As she approached Bill, with her face beaming, Bill thought to himself that her time with Simon had certainly not been wasted; her rich brown hair was styled in loose curls which flowed down to her shoulders and her make-up had been applied with a precision and style which spoke volumes about the skill of the artist. Her lips were painted a rich, deep red to match her shoes and her large eyes gazed out sensuously from behind long, mascara-coated eyelashes. She stopped a few feet in front of Bill and gave him a twirl. Bill's eyes dropped to her curvaceous ass as she spun in front of him. It was all he could do not do dive face-first into its beautiful voluptuous depths there and then. "Hi. What do you think honey? I feel sexy" she purred. Bill stood, his erection protruding at right angles from his body, clearly visible through his thin slacks and hastily moved towards Anne. He roughly took her in his arms, intending to kiss her, bend her over a table and fuck her senseless, using the privacy of the sunken garden to enjoy a little afternoon delight with his smokingly hot wife. To his torture however, she twisted from his grasp and held up her hands in front of his face as to ward him off. "Sorry baby, you know the deal today. This," she teased while running her hands down the sides of her body "is not for you. You don't get to have me today." She sat down at the table where Steve had been sitting and spoke again. "My scene will be getting underway in about an hour or so. We have plenty of time so why don't you fetch me a drink in the meantime and tell me what you have been up to while I was getting ready? Bill sulkily poured her a glass of rather exotic-looking cocktail from one of the pitchers and selected some strawberries from a fresh fruit platter as Anne explained to him what she had been told about her scene. "The movie is called 'Stud for sale.' It is about the adventures of a male escort. I am playing a bored married woman who calls up the escort agency to obtain his services. Sounds hot huh?" Bill agreed, still a little sore about being blown off by his wife and returned to the table at which his wife sat cross legged, her dress just short enough to allow Bill to gaze upon her shapely thighs. Anne thanked him for the drink and sipped on her cocktail while Bill described what he had been up to, with the beer and the magazines. He deliberately neglected to mention the lady at the pool-side in case Anne got the wrong idea - after all, despite the fact that this afternoon was a fulfilling fantasy for them both, it was her treat, not his. Bill soon forgot his wife's snub of his advances, enjoying just being in her company, especially when she was looking as she was -- sexier than at any time he could recall. He sat, trying his best to make her laugh, and letting her know how beautiful he thought she was, gently stroking her forearm with his fingers, consciously aware of how hard he was. She was unbelievably beautiful and was reacting as she always did, alternating between delight and amused disbelief as he chatted to her of this and that. Sometime later, as he was relaying to her one of the more believable articles he had read that afternoon, he noticed that she was repeatedly glancing in the direction of the steps and was checking --out the time on Bill's wristwatch. "Are you expecting someone?" asked Bill. Anne flushed red and through a broad, embarrassed smile said "Maybe." "Come on" implored Bill grinning back "What's the deal?" Anne awkwardly shifted in her seat, she picked up a strawberry from the fruit platter and passed back and forth between her fingers. She started to speak and then paused, as if searching for the words. "Erm..... well....... you see, Steve Silverwood introduced himself to me while I was in make-up. He is so hot. Way better in the flesh that on TV. He is so strong looking and yet so cute." Realising that she was babbling, Anne stopped, composed herself, eating the strawberry and smiling at the sweetness of the ripe fruit before continuing, a coy look replacing the smile on her face. "Steve says that when he is working with a girl for the first time, he likes to spend some time with them before the cameras roll just playing. He says it takes away any awkwardness and makes the sex way better for both parties. So he is going to come and get me shortly so we can get to know each other a little bit before we - you know, fuck. I can't wait." Anne picked up another strawberry and gaining in confidence, winked at Bill before popping it in her mouth and giving an appreciative "mmmmm" as she tasted its juice. As Bill's erection throbbed in his trousers, Anne teasingly placed her shoe covered foot his lap, resting it on top of his erect penis and revelling in the 'aroused to the point of shell-shock' look on Bill's face. Bill tried to recall what they had been talking about to get the conversation going again but an immovable image of his wife on her knees begging for Steve's cum had lodged itself in his mind and was not going away quietly and allow normal thought to resume. The two of them sat in silence for some minutes with Bill shifting restlessly in his seat trying to find a position that allowed his cock to sit in his trousers with comfort given the mental and visual images laying siege to his mind. Anne demurely sipped at her drink while occasionally pressing and rubbing at Bill's trousered crotch. Movement at the top of the stairs caught Bill's eye. Anne picked up on the direction of Bill's gaze and turned in her chair to see what he was looking at. Right, on cue, Steve Silverwood trotted down the steps and sauntered over to the table looking every inch the porn stud - In excess of six feet tall and a good two hundred pounds at least with young-looking yet strong facial features. Anne was caught between bashfulness and lust, peeking shyly out from behind her glass at him as he approached yet rubbing her foot over Bill's crotch. As Steve reached the table he extended his hand and introduced himself to Bill. Bill stood up, brushing Anne's foot off himself and accepted the handshake, offering a quiet "Nice to meet you." He was about to say something witty like "so you're the guy who will be screwing my wife today?" but the awkward grin that appeared on Steve's face as he noticed Bill's raging hard-on put pay to any thoughts Bill had about making any conversation. Steve released his hand and turned to face Anne, who was now just blatantly looking him up and down dreamily. He held out his hand and Anne took it, gently being pulled to her feet. Bill then watched as they walked together slowly away from him, back in the direction of the house, Steve with his arm draped over her shoulder. As they reached the foot of the steps, Steve whispered something in Anne's ear, who cuddled her body into him in response. As if some permission had been given, his hand then dropped from her shoulder to her ass, massaging her through the thin material of her dress it as they ascended. Our Holiday with the Pornstars Bill continued to watch as they climbed the stairs and disappeared from view, conscious of his wife's occasional excited giggling and fixated on Steve's hand as it groped his wife's beautiful arse. He continued his ministrations as they walked up the stairs and over towards the pool area. Bill was rock-hard the whole time. Bill was seeing one of his deepest fantasies come to life before his very eyes. He was torn as to what to do next. He wanted to see Anne 'getting to know' Steve. He wanted to witness his wife's nervous first touches with another lover. On the other hand, this was his wife's fantasy too and Bill knew she could be very shy sometimes. And also, it was also quite delicious to be forced to imagine what they were doing. Fantasising about all the depraved things Steve was doing to his wife, and she to him in return. He returned to the buffet table and forced himself to pick up another magazine and selecting a non-alcoholic drink this time, he ambled back to his table and sat down. He made a mental decision to leave it half-an hour before heading up to find them. That way, Anne would have a little private time before Bill appeared or the filming began. As he sat, the minutes seemed to tick by like hours. A biography on a famous bluesman he was trying to read, which would normally have fascinated him, was utterly tedious. He could not hold a coherent thought in his mind. His brain swam with visions of his wife and her porn stud. He strained his ears, listening for his wife's moans and gasps of pleasure, desperately seeking information. When he reached the end of his drink 20 minutes later, he figured that was enough time. He got up, and headed briskly towards the house. Climbing the steps he caught sight of the pool, now barren without the naked beauty reclining beside it. As he reached the patio door he felt pressure from his bladder indicating that three beers and a soda was close to its maximum capacity. He entered the house through the patio doors and began to hastily walk the length of the hallway in search of a bathroom. Luckily for him, at that moment, one of the doors in the hallway opened and out stepped a man. Bill spotted the man shake his hands dry as he walked off down the hallway in the opposite direction and correctly surmised that he had emerged from a bathroom. He entered the bathroom, pulled down his slacks, pulled out his still erect cock and began to urinate. He silently cursed himself as clumsily mis-aimed initially, his erection making the process of urinating while standing-up more complex than usual. When he was done, he quickly washed his hands and unable to find a towel, shook them dry as he left the room, much in the same way as the bathrooms previous occupant had done. He hastily walked down the hallway, in the direction the shaky-hands-man had gone and walked speedily through the door, nearly knocking over Cheryl as he crossed the threshold. "Easy now tiger, you'll do someone an injury charging around like that." She jovially chirped. Bill smiled and said Hi, then asked if Cheryl had seen his wife. Cheryl smiled knowingly, understanding the almost desperate nature of Bill's search. "She is up in the master bedroom just now. Down there, through the doors, turn left and through, then up the big staircase and it is the big set of doors you see at the top of the stairs. Her scene will get underway soon actually. Most of it will get shot in the master, apart from some stuff at the start and end, which will be in the main entranceway. "Cheryl trailed off - the end of the sentence more for her benefit than Bill's, as if she was setting things straight in her mind. Bill thanked her and walked off in the direction she indicated while Cheryl marched off in the other direction shouting instructions into her headset. He quickly found the stairs and climbed them two at a time. When he reached the top, he saw the doors that Cheryl must have been talking about and walked towards them. As he approached, a man emerged from the room wearing a headset the same as Cheryl's and spoke into it. "All set for the scene, ready to go when Jimbo finishes up in the suite." Bill reached the doorway and paused, peering round the doorframe, he looked into the room. He saw furniture as he expected but also lots of camera equipment, a mini version of the editing suite he saw downstairs, some portable lights and in the centre of the room, a huge bed with an enormous dark wooden frame. It had to be at least super king-sized from the vastness of the thing. At this point, Bill heard a sigh of pleasure and turned towards it. Over by a huge floor to ceiling window in the room was a chaise lounge. Its back was facing into the room so Bill was unable to see who was occupying the piece of furniture. Glancing at a mirror on a wall adjacent to it however, gave Bill the view he was after. Reclining on the chaise, leisurely exploring each other's bodies were Steve Silverwood and his wife Anne. Steve was lying on his back and Anne was next to him, her ass towards the edge of the chaise lounge, lying on her side, facing Steve. Bill found that his wife's body of all things was stopping him from seeing with explicit clarity what was going on, but by watching for Anne and Steve's hand movements, watching for clues like expressions on faces and listening, he had a pretty good idea. He crept into the room and found a good vantage point to watch his wife play. Steve had one hand on Anne's breast and was fondling it through the material of her dress, playing with her nipple and gently massaging the soft flesh. His other hand was busy in between Bill's wife's legs. Bill watched his wife's ass shift as Steve's hand snaked up inside her dress. "What a naughty slut you are," teased Steve. "Not even wearing any panties. You must be planning on taking some dick in this pussy. Am I right?" Anne gasped and nodded yes in reply as Steve stroked her pussy with the tips of his fingers. He scratched and tickled all over Anne's pubic mound and around the entrance to her. He then bent his head forward and kissed Anne on the mouth. Their tongues writhed over each other's, dancing. Bill watched his wife, surrendering to Steve's teasing explorations, grinding her groin into him to try to increase the amount of contact between her cunt and his fingers. Their mouths separated, the kiss was broken and Anne let out a sharp cry as her hips bucked. Bill could only guess that Steve had begun to toy with her clitoris. Anne's ass shuddered and she sharply inhaled, once, again and again as Steve repeatedly brushed a feathery finger over her clit. "Please, I'm begging you, mouthed Anne breathlessly." I need it inside me, now, oh God please touch me." "Not yet, we need to save that for the scene baby," said Steve. "Now reach inside my pants Anne. There is something in there that is desperate to meet you." Bill had never seen his wife controlled like this before, a slave to pleasure and, it seemed to the will of the man she lay beside. She undid the belt on his trousers, unfastened the button and pulled down the zip. Her small feminine hand disappeared inside his trousers, her wedding ring glinting in the room light as it did so. She gave a start, and giggling a little slipped her other hand into his trousers as well. Moving her hands around in the confines of his trousers, she explored and played, running her hands over his cock which was nestled in his underpants. "Oh god, it is so big Steve," she exclaimed. "It must be about as thick as my wrist! How is that even possible!? "As she continued to explore, she let out a laugh and exclaimed "I can't believe it, I actually need two hands to get you off, Oh boy, am I in for a treat today?! You'll need to go easy with this thing though, it's the biggest one I have ever seen." Anne now had both hands wrapped round Steve's hardening tool and started to slowly masturbate him through his underwear. Anne felt Steve's dick grow as she played with it, running her hands up and down its length while looking at Steve's face, observing his reaction. All too quickly, his tool outgrew his underwear, poking over the top. Anne wrapped one hand around his cockhead and made small rapid strokes, stimulating the head while her other hand, now inside his underwear, gripped his cock at the base. She slid this clenched hand up the length of him until it reached her rapidly jerking other hand and then slid it back down again. Bill noticed with fascination that in this war of sexual stimulation, his little slut-wife seemed to be winning. Steve had long since withdrawn his hand from up inside her dress and now was content to lazily knead Anne's tits through her dress with both hands. His face was contorted in pleasure, biting his lip as Anne fondled his large balls and stroked-off the tip of his dick. Steve leaned in again and kissed Anne again, his tongue invading her mouth with urgency. He removed both hands from her breasts and reached round to grasp her backside. As they kissed passionately, he clawed at her ass, roughly gripping, squeezing and slapping her rear. Anne groaned in pleasure and quickened her wanking of Steve's cock which was still hidden from Bill's view. Bill could sense that Steve was going to take things to the next level any minute. He began to prepare himself for the agony and ecstasy of seeing his wife submit to her new lover. Just as things seemed to be taking off, several people walked into the room talking loudly. One man in particular was louder than the rest and seemed to be in charge. He spoke loudly. "Steve, Anne? We are getting underway downstairs shortly for the start of the scene now." Giggling, Anne removed her hands from inside Steve's trousers and licked her fingertips, removing the pre-cum that had leaked out of Steve as she had been pleasuring him with her hands. They stood up from the chaise lounge, adjusted their clothes and walked over towards the man who was speaking, groping each other's asses as they walked. The man speaking was obviously the director thought Bill because he seemed to be making the decisions. As they all left the room, Bill heard the director explain how they would record the first bit of the scene downstairs with Anne answering the door to Steve, who in the scene had just arrived from the escort agency. They would then do a little shooting in the main entrance hall, before shooting them climbing the stairs. The remainder of the scene would then be shot in the master bedroom, where Bill sat currently. Bill felt aroused that he had been able to watch his wife and Steve getting to know each other. They had been hidden away in the master bedroom quietly kissing, and touching each other and Bill had snooped on that private encounter. He felt like a peeping Tom, like a pervert and that felt just fine. He followed them out of the room a short time and made his way quickly down the stairs to the entrance hall where it looked like filming was about to commence. Bill found a place to stand well out of shot next to a large statue and waited. Anne was sitting in a chair having her make-up touched-up. Her lipstick was smeared after making out with Steve earlier and even though Bill thought it made her look even sexier, it was apparently not suitable for filming. As she sat and let the make-up artist do her work, she talked to the director, nodding every now and then as he issued instruction, something about shot angles and natural flow, which seemed to be one of the guy's favourite phrases. Steve was apparently outside the front door, waiting for the scene to begin. As the director moved off away from Anne, the make-up artist finished off her work and moved off also. Anne noticed Bill and mouthed "I love you." smiling slightly nervously again. Bill smiled back and watched her stand up and take a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. This, it seemed, was it. "Action" shouted the director and the cameras rolled. They were filming a wide area of the entrance hall near the front door while another camera was standing by for closer shots. A third was shooting Anne's body, which was positioned just out of the wide shot. After a few seconds the doorbell rang. Anne smiled again at Bill and strode confidently into the shot. Her heels boomed on the floor as she walked with hips-swaying, towards the door. As she reached it she checked her reflection in the hall mirror and ran her hands down the length of her dress, smoothing it against the curves of her body. She opened the door and smiled. "Hello, you must be the guy from the agency, come in." she half asked. "That's right, I'm Steve, pleased to meet you, you look beautiful today" responded Steve as he stepped through the doorway. "You look even better on the flesh than on the internet" said Anne as she picked up a small purse from a table by the door. She opened the purse and took out some money. Handing it to Steve with a grin, she continued. "There you go, $200, plus a little bonus, seeing as you are so cute" she extended her hand to give Steve the cash, looking him in the eye. Steve thanked her and put the money in his trouser pocket without so-much as glancing at it, his eyes fixed on Anne's. They moved slowly towards each other, arms slipping around each other's waists. Steve kissed Anne, his tongue protruding from his mouth noticeably as he moved his head towards Anne's. Anne let out a low moan and melted under his touch. Steve's hands were all-over her ass, cupping both cheeks and lifting up the material of the dress, exposing her naked flesh. He grabbed one of her thighs and lifted her leg up off the floor, bending it at the knee and using it as a handle to pull her body in towards him. Bill remembered as he watched that Anne was not wearing any panties, her naked ass looked magnificent, round, and soft, ripe. Steve's hands ran over its smooth surface, one hand slipping between the two halves of Anne's ass to stroke her sensitive pussy lips from behind. Anne too was wantonly groping and exploring, her hand immediately locating Steve's large cock and stroking him firmly through his loose trousers. Anne broke the kiss and gave Steve a light push backwards. He allowed her to escape his grasp and stood, watching her take a few steps backwards away from him, while he rubbed his tool with his hand. Anne pouted her lips and made a kissing gesture with her mouth, breaking out into a smile as she slid her tight dress down, revealing a red corset which matched her shoes. She then deftly loosened her belt and with a wiggle of her butt, pushed the dress down over her hips and down to the floor, bending over at the waist as she did so. She straightened up, mouth hanging open, eyes locked on Steve's. "Bedroom's upstairs" she stated flatly, then turned slowly and walked off towards the stairs. Wearing only a corset and heels, Anne seductively walked out of shot, her naked ass and legs looking good enough to eat. "CUT! Quick set-up for next shot." yelled the director. The cameramen moved quickly, two training their lenses on the staircase while the third kept pointing in the direction of Steve as the director shouted "ACTION." Anne strolled into shot and began to climb the stairs. One camera was shooting a wide angle while another was trained close-in on her ass, capturing every movement of her as she climbed up each step. As she reached about halfway up, she looked seductively over her shoulder, right into the camera and made a beckoning gesture with her finger. Steve walked slowly after Anne, unfastening his shirt as he did so. He hung it on the bannister as he began climbing the staircase. Anne reached the top of the stairs and walked out of shot in the direction of the bedroom, Steve following some distance behind as the director shouted again to cease filming. This time there was not the same rapid changes of position from the cameramen and swift resumption of filming. Rather, the crew made their way upstairs, the cameramen taking their video cameras up with them. The director had found Cheryl and the two were having a heated discussion as they followed the cameramen up to the first floor, Cheryl rapidly flicking through the paper on her clipboard as the two of them conversed. Bill followed them up the stairs, along the hall and into the master bedroom. Inside the room, the cameramen seemed to be ready to go. They were filming various areas of the room and discussing light levels with each other. Bill noticed that the small editing suite area had come to life. A technician was sitting at the console, chatting with each of the cameramen in turn, telling one to "adjust the gamma setting a touch" and another to watch out for lens flare when shooting near the window. There were four monitors at his station, three of which seemed to be showing what the three cameramen were filming. These monitors were labelled one, two and wide. The final monitor was labelled POV and seemed to be showing a live view of the room from above. Looking upwards, Bill saw that indeed a camera was pointing down at the room from the ceiling. It was suspended by an elaborate series of motorised cables. As Bill pondered what the camera was for, it moved smoothly to the left, before panning down and around through a full circle. Bill realised that the technician at the editing suite console was controlling the cameras movements. As he looked at the POV monitor he saw the camera zoom in on a large black X which had been taped on the floor, zoom out a touch and then move nimbly in such a way that the x rotated round and round, travelling to all four corners of the field of view in turn as it spun. Bill realised that from this display and the extent of the cabling above that this camera could film just about any location in the room at any magnification and from almost any angle. The menagerie of cameras and operators was completed by a squat little man armed with a fairly impressive looking SLR camera equipped with a telescopic zoom lens. Bill glanced around, searching for his wife. He found her standing next to the chaise lounge, staring lustily at Steve, who in turn was being instructed by the director about what positions he wanted in the scene. At the conclusion of the chat, Steve walked over and took Anne by the hand, leading her over towards the door. Bill realised that the best vantage point to catch all the action would be to sit near the editing suite. That way he would catch all the shots the cameramen were filming, thus seeing the action from all the angles they were capturing. He spotted a conveniently placed loveseat and settled down in it. As he sunk down into the seat, he was immediately aware of the size of the thing. The arms and back were rather high and the seat was also rather deep, so much so that t the only portion of him that was visible from the side was his head and that was only really when he leant forwards. If he did so and peered round the side of the chain, he could see the bed and view the action directly This, of course, he realised, meant that he could quite easily watch his wife getting screwed on the monitors and, if the need arose, touch himself, perhaps even masturbate without anyone being any the wiser. Grinning to himself, he sat back and waited for the filming to begin. A short time later, movement on the set died down and he heard the by now familiar shout of "Action". Inclining his head towards the editing suite, he watched. Anne walked into shot from the direction of the door, over to the bed, as she turned to face the door, Steve walked into the room. The two of them stood facing each other for a moment, Anne's chest was heaving slightly, her arousal plain to see. Bill was sure he could detect the faint aroma of his wife's pussy floating across the room. Their bodies met, Steve walking over to Anne and taking her in his arms. Instead of a passionate kiss however, he turned her round so that her naked ass was nestled against his crotch. He lifted up her arms behind her head and nuzzled into her neck. With Anne's hands out of the way, the cameras were able to capture her half-naked body in all its glory. One of Steve's hands groped Anne's breasts through the delicate, underwired material of the corset while the other toyed in between her legs. There was no imagining required for Bill now. He watched, transfixed as his wife's pussy was teased open, Steve running a saliva-lubricated finger around the entrance to her then sweeping over her clitoris. The cameras were capturing every detail of Anne's exploration. One was taking close-up shots of her pussy while another was trained on her face to so that both act and reaction were recorded as Steve slid his index finger up into her. Her face contorted in ecstasy as she emitted a low guttural groan. Bill could see that Steve was whispering filth into his wife's ear, occasionally darting his tongue inside her ear-canal. She softly whispered "please", the specific question asked was unclear but the context was apparent -- his wife - this slut was ripe for the taking. Our Holiday with the Pornstars Anne's head was now turned to the side by Steve, bringing their mouths as close together as their positions allowed. Their tongues extended, meeting outside of their mouths to slide and slither over each other. Bill noticed how wet his wife's tongue looked. He thought with aroused nostalgia of all the times that tongue had coated his dick in moisture before sliding down the length of him to tickle his balls as she would take his dick fully into her mouth. It was as if Steve was reading his mind. He released her from his grasp and told her to suck his dick. Bill knew that this was one of the two things that Anne was most excited about doing. She had been practicing her 'porno blowjob' moves on him for weeks - him recording her with a handheld camera as she gave him head and then the pair of them watching the videos back so she could perfect her technique. He grinned as he thought of the suggestions for improvements he had offered, such as telling her that he thought she needed to work on her deep-throating and to use more spit. Of course these suggestions were entirely made up. Anne sucked cock like no other woman Bill had ever known -- she gave incredible head. But with a porn debut looming and a big porn stud to impress, Bill's little white lies mean that he was fucking her mouth almost daily, and Anne was getting nastier and nastier. It therefore did not surprise him at all that upon Steve's command, Anne turned to face him instantly and dropped to her knees. She unfastened his belt and slipped his slacks over his butt and down to the floor, stroking his ass as she did so. She then reached around behind him and put both hands inside his boxers, cupping his ass. She smiled mischievously up at him, stroking his hidden flesh with soft hands before slowly pulling down the garment, releasing his cock. She kneeled frozen, as he stepped out of his discarded clothes and presented his cock to her. Bill let out a small cough, he was expecting something big but even in a flaccid state, Steve's cock was large. Now Bill was perfectly secure in the size of his own manhood - being able to regularly make his wife orgasm through penetration. In fact he was reasonably sure that he was a bit better endowed in the dick department than the average man. Steve's cock however, was a different kind of large. Anne took Steve's cock in her hands with a look on her face of wonder bordering on reverence. Even now, far from erect, Anne could comfortably fit two hands onto the shaft. She lovingly encircled his dick with her hands and gave the tip a gentle kiss. The kiss started out as a simple, short coming-together of lips and cock, a nervous, first-taste. Anne kissed the head again, this time opening her mouth and using her tongue. Her mouth opened and closed, lips stimulating all over the head of Steve's cock as they brushed over its smooth surface. Her tongue licked in every manner possible , exploring the engorging head and slipping into the opening at its very tip. She was French kissing his dick, making out with it like a horny schoolgirl. Her fingers gradually uncurled, forced open to accommodate the growing member in their possession as she continued noisily tongue-kissing Steve's dick. She now put the head fully in her mouth and run her hands up and down the shaft, quickening the hardening. Bill noticed the way her lips stretched as she took the bulbous head into her mouth for a long, slow suck. The POV camera was positioned in such a way that it looked down over Steve's shoulder. Anne tenderly sucked and stroked his still-lengthening cock, corkscrewing her hands around the shaft of Steve's dick and then began to slide it in and out of her mouth, taking in a little more each time. As she continued, she was gazing into Steve's eyes with building arousal. Bill could see the gratitude in her eyes, grateful for Steve letting her perform oral sex on him. With every suck, flick of her tongue and stroke of her hands, Steve got harder and Anne's desire to be penetrated increased. From the clever positioning of the POV camera, it looked as though Anne was gazing into it instead of Steve's eyes. She was in effect delivering a very personal blowjob to anyone watching the monitor. For Bill, this was enough to make him start rubbing his own dick through his thin slacks, imagining that he was the one with the huge dick getting sucked off while at the same time being captivated by his wife's whoreishness. All too quickly, his arousal was such he found himself with his hand inside his slacks, slowly, surreptitiously, jerking his cock, in a room full of strangers. He realised that at this moment he was not watching his wife Anne Tims, she did not really exist in this room. The woman on the monitor giving a blowjob that an emperor's concubine would be proud of was Anna La-Monte. Anna's oral pleasuring had now brought Steve up to his full size and was sliding the long pole into her mouth and down her throat with increasing speed. Through a combination of smearing saliva with her hands and noisily hawking it from her mouth, Anna coated Steve's dick in her spit. This natural lubricant enabled her rapidly slide her hands all over his manhood, increasing his pleasure. As Anna continued her oral servitude, spit dripped off the bottom of her chin, onto her breasts and down onto the floor. This was the messiest, nastiest blowjob Bill could recall seeing in any porn movie ever. Anna removed Steve's too from her mouth and licked the engorged head like an ice cream. At Steve's request she then gently pulled back on the sides of his cockhead, enlarging the opening at the tip. Her pointed tongue then swirled around and inside the opening to his dick, darting in and out, teasing pre-cum from him and causing Steve to cry out, imploring her to fuck his cock with her tongue. After indulging him for a while, Anna slid Steve's dick back into her mouth. It was simply too big for Anna to fit all the way down her throat. While Bill fondly remembered the occasions where she had expertly swallowed the entirety of his seven inch dick, this was another matter. She made loud gulping noises as she sucked him off, deep-throating punctuated by the very occasional gag as she tried to swallow too much of Steve's meat. This was made more difficult by Steve's own arousal encouraging him to try to stuff the entirety of his massive prick into Anna's mouth and fuck her throat until he erupted inside. Luckily, Anna could sense this too and presently removed his cock from her mouth. "It is time for you to fuck me now baby." She demanded. "I did not pay for you to come all the way over here to suck your dick all afternoon." Steve did not need any encouragement and forcefully lifted Anna up and pushed her down onto the huge bed. At this, the director called for a cut, leading to a loud groan of frustration from Anna. While the cameramen moved to new positions and the POV camera tracked across the ceiling, the director went over to chat to Steve and Anna, no doubt telling them what positions he wanted them to adopt for the scene and giving them any special instructions he thought relevant. As these protracted events progressed, Bill removed his hand from his trousers and had a quick furtive check of the room, aware once more of his surroundings. Thankfully, no one was paying him any attention and he was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when in a mirror, he spotted something, a pair of eyes watching him from behind his chair. He recognised the face immediately. Wanting to check it was not some optical illusion and it was him she was staring at, he quickly zipped his trousers back up and peered round the corner of the chair, embarrassment increasing - his face reddening. Standing hidden away in a corner of the room, with full view of the editing suite and due to the handily placed mirror - his chair was the woman from the pool. The goddess, whose tanned, naked form he saw basking at the poolside earlier. She was dressed in a tiny white bikini and flip-flops and had a tiny golden gauze sarong wrapped around her waist. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail, her straight golden hair was parted neatly in the middle. As hairstyles went, it was very simple -- nothing as delightfully contrived as his wife's, but yet equally sexy. She looked delectable, effortlessly sexy as she stood looking at him smiling, a smile that hinted of something approaching menace. Bill found he could not meet her gaze for more than a moment and swiftly tucked his head back in, wanting the ground to swallow him up. She walked forwards and around the back of Bill's chair till she was standing in front of him grinning slyly. "Hello Bill" she said with a playful smile. "I'm Jessica -- the hottie from the pool." Noticing Bill's dumbfounded reaction, she rolled her eyes and continued speaking. "I suppose you are wondering how I knew who you were?" Bill nodded in reply. She sat next to him in the loveseat and continued talking while staring at him intently, fixing his gaze, sitting close enough to him that her breasts occasionally brushed against his arm. "I am friends with Cheryl, she is amazing and she seems to know everything. She mentioned that one of our actresses today was married and that her husband came to the shoot to watch. When I saw you with Cheryl at the pool, I thought you might be a new cast member for the movie but then when I saw you watching Steve fucking Anna's face just now and jacking your cock I knew that was a silly idea and that you must be her husband Bill. So Bill, what is it like watching your wife suck dick like such a whore? Sexy? Humiliating? Worrying? Tell me what you were thinking as you played with that dick?" Bill did not know what to say. He was way too embarrassed to talk about how much he got off on all this stuff -- his wife getting all dressed up and knowing it was not for him -- her obvious and unconcealed excitement at the prospect of having sex with another guy -- the sex that was unfolding in front of him, every moan and groan. All this was enough to make him jack off in a room full of strangers. His throbbing dick really said everything he needed to. He indicated this with a point of his finger towards his tented trousers and a smile, emboldened slightly by Jessica's flattering admission that she had considered for a time whether he, himself might be in the porn business. Jessica gave a derisory little snort. "Short and to the point Bill - I like that. I think I am going to stay here with you for a while. Would you like that?" At this, she pressed her cleavage into his arm, smiling again, this time like butter would not melt in her mouth. Bill knew that behind this now innocent smile lurked a sexually aggressive temptress, but the combination of feeling her large breasts squashed up against his arm and the sight of her naked thighs was more than enough to agree to anything she asked. At Bill's agreement, Jessica got herself comfortable in the loveseat. She kicked off her flip flops and draped her long legs over Bill's while placing a hand on Bill's stomach, slipping it underneath his shirt to access the skin underneath, achingly close to his cock. Now that Jessica was cuddled into him , her breasts were in constant contact with his side, positioned so that with the merest inclination of the head, they could be seen nestled inside her flimsy bikini. Bill could view her tits at his leisure. He delighted in the feeling of her gorgeous flesh in contact with his body, her finger making slow teasing circles on his stomach, every now and then grazing the waistband of his boxer shorts. "I promise Bill, we are going to have lots of fun" Jessica chuckled as the pair of them sat and waited. If anything, thought Bill, he was even more aroused now than when watching Anna and Steve. God only knows how it would be when the filming resumed and he was watching his wife having sex while Jessica was seated on his lap, hands wandering. "Oh good, they are starting again" She murmured. The cameramen were in position around the bed and the POV camera had tracked over so it could quickly be utilised in the bed area. Anna was reclining on the bed, still wearing her Basque and heels, looking up at Steve who was towering over her, standing at the end of the bed intermittently stroking his now fully erect and frankly huge dick which was now coated in a lubricant. Anna was licking her lips and speaking to Steve in tones too quiet to be picked up by the microphones, glancing at his dick now and then with a mixture of wonder, arousal and barely concealed apprehension. Jessica slid her hand down Bills stomach, over his hard cock to the zip of his trousers. As she slowly unzipped them she whispered in his ear "Her pussy will never be the same again after today" and with that thought on Bill's mind, the director called out action once more. Steve climbed onto the bed and parted Anna's thighs firmly, displaying her pussy to the cameramen who wasted no time in capturing the dampness of her sex. He then positioned his cock at the entrance to Anna's pussy. Seeing Steve about to spear his wife filled Bill's mind with all sorts of thoughts. He could not help but notice that Steve was not wearing any protection as was the norm for the porn business. He knew this would be the case but could not help ruefully recalling that he had been dating Anne for a year before she let him inside her bareback and even then, despite Bill's assurances, she freaked out and made him withdraw and finish himself off by hand while facing away from her for fear of her contracting some terrible disease. The contrast between then and now was stark. Anna was inviting a man she had known only a matter of hours to fuck her, without any thought of protection, other than her usual birth control pill and the fact that they had insisted that Steve take one of those new pregnancy test-style STD tests that morning. It was probably just as well, thought Bill, unable to supress a smile. He wasn't sure that normal condoms would fit Steve anyway. His dick far longer than Bill's, but the striking thing to Bill was the thickness of the thing. Taking both factors into account, it was easily twice the size. Bill sat watching the monitor with rapt attention as Jessica slipped a hand inside his zipper. The cameramen had trained their lenses to capture every angle. One was zoomed in on Anna's pussy. Steve was rubbing the head of his penis all over the outside of her, occasionally slapping her clit with his meat. Another was concentrating on Anna's face, capturing the pleading looks she was giving Steve and the surprised gasps that followed each slap. The third camera was a medium angle shot, showing the entirety of both of their bodies. The POV camera was catching the action from above as if looking over Steve's shoulder at Anna's sexy midriff, breasts, which were rising and falling with her rasping breathing and her face, her beautiful face. Steve pressed forward, his hips moving towards Anna, bringing his manhood into hard contact with the entrance to her sex. Anna's face froze, looking into Steve's eyes, gripping the bed sheet in anticipation. Steve pushed the tip of his dick inside Anne, the cocktail of natural and synthetic lubricant coating their sexual organs helping overcome the resistance. As he slid into her, her free hand shot to his stomach, holding him at bay. Her face was a hauntingly erotic blend of pain, pleasure, arousal, fear and desire. "Ooooh! Owww! God!" She moaned. " It feels like it is tearing me apart. Wait... I need a minute... Stretching me..... I had no idea...." Anna lay, eyes tightly closed, trying to relax her body, overcome by the sensation of fullness. Steve thrust no further into her but instead withdrew his dick slowly and pushed it in again. In and out, gently and leisurely with palpable tenderness, overcoming his primal penetrative urge. Over in the loveseat, Jessica had released Bill's cock from his trousers and now sat toying with his cockhead, alternating between rubbing Bill's copious pre-cum into his glans and scraping her fingernails over the extremely sensitive flesh. She had perched her chin on his shoulder and was delivering a torrent of verbal filth into his ear breaking it up with the occasional exploration of his ear with her tongue. Bill wanted nothing more than to squeeze Jessica's tits or stroke her magnificent legs however, she had insisted however that he sit on his hands as a condition to her touching his cock and Bill was not about to disagree with her, especially since the filthy things she was breathing into his ear suggested he might get to sample more of the delights she had to offer before too long. Back on the bed, Anna was beginning to relax more. Initially, the size of Steve's cock had caused her considerable pain when he slid it up inside her but now her face was showing less and less pain and more desire with every one of Steve's gentle strokes. Her hand, which had been holding Steve back now caressed his stomach and chest, delighting in the hardness of his toned muscles. Steve too sensed the change in Anna's behaviour and began to progressively feed more of his length inside her. As he did so, Anna's hand would repeatedly dart back to his abdomen to hold him there and then gradually allow him to slide deeper into her pussy. Steve increased the pace and depth of his thrusting gradually but perceptibly, deeper and faster. Soon Bill and the rest of the room began to detect the soft whimpers coming from Anna, her pussy filled with cock. Whereas before Steve was gently exploring her pussy, now he was starting to fuck her. Anna's breathing increased, in pace with her arousal. She was gazing into Steve's eyes, utterly surrendering her cunt to him. As Steve slammed into her, her head would jolt and snap in time with his thrust. Along with the Anna's increasingly vocal assertions of pleasure, the room became filled with the sound of flesh slapping flesh. Steve's stomach and balls slapping off Anna's skin with every stroke. As she continued to be fucked, Anna began crying out in ecstasy. Sometimes there would only be vowel sounds, grunts or wordless moans but her arousal and carnal passion became even starker as she begged for more, proclaimed herself to be Steve's whore and more besides. "Oh god, please fuck me harder, I want your cock!.... I want you to fuck me till I die...." "I'll do anything, just please keep fucking me ... I am your fucking whore, use your whore" Steve responded to her cries, fucking her harder, emphasising his reply with extra hard thrusts into her "Do you like that Anna? I remember you saying you didn't pay me to suck my dick so are you satisfied now? I bet your husband can't fuck you like this. Is that why you are paying me? Are you going to pay me to eat my cum too?" Anna shouted back, overcome with lust. "Yeah, that is why. My husband can't fuck me like you with his useless dick so I need you to fuck me" This resulted in Steve taking things up a notch. He was now fucking Anna with ferocious speed. He pinned her to the bed and held her there as he pistoned in and out of her. Being helpless, unable to stop Steve taking what he wanted, legs spread wide and forced to submit her cunt to him sent Anna over the edge. She came loudly and intensely while moaning to be taken harder and faster. Her body contorted in a series of sharp spasms as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her, spreading out from her pussy down her legs to the tips of her curling toes while causing her mouth to hang open as if having a seizure. Her moaning continued for an eternity, sustained by Steve's rapid fucking of her during her climax. At last, her thighs which had been tightly clamped around Steve's body went limp and flopped down onto the bed. The director called for a cut and Steve called for a bottle of water. With his dick still in Anna, he offered her some of the ice cool water he was holding. Anna accepted, her voice sounding very distant and contented. As Anna slowly drank from the bottle, Steve withdrew his cock from her and lay down beside her on the bed, his hand resting on her hip.