57 comments/ 156628 views/ 142 favorites Doing It for You By: Doing It for You Like before, Jill stayed in the room, watching the action and holding her camera ready for the next time Scottie called her. Like the first day on set, Jill's nipples were hard. If we had a break in the action, I would have teased her about it, but that wasn't how Scottie worked. He put the actors through their paces, got the extra cut shots he needed as he went along, and was ready to keep going after the last guy had finished shooting his load. Looked used, sweaty, but happy, the starlet mugged a few extra shots of her cumcoated face and chest for Jill before she left the set to shower. Unlike most shoots, we didn't strike the set between scenes. "Fuck it," Scottie said. "No one is watching these movies for the furniture." He waved the next actress on set. called for silence, and we were off again. Group scenes took twice as long to put on video and were more difficult to light, too. That many bodies on set at once created shadows requiring me to adjust and re-adjust through-out the shoot. Scottie had to deal with angles, too, pushing around the male actors to compose the scenes he knew would sell. "Come on, I need you right there jerking off," he'd tell one guy while the other three filled the girl's holes like she was a human pincushion. He'd shot for a bit, rearrange bodies like they were mannequins, and shoot a bit more. I thought group shots were the least sexiest to video, but that wasn't how Jill looked. Her face was flushed, her nipples hard, and she looked on the edge of an orgasm for most of the shoot. Scottie noticed how she was looking too. "That's hot, right?" he asked her as she zoomed in to get a good shot of a double penetration. "Yes sir," she'd answer, giving him a shy smile. "Mm, all that cock," he told her as she struggled to get just the right still of a group blowjob scene. "Yes sir," she said again, blushing. Was he flirting with my wife while they were shooting? That's the way it felt to me and I didn't like it. I gave her a dirty look. She gave me a "what can I do?" look in return. There was a rare break in the shoot when the actress needed to use the bathroom. While we waited for her to return, I pulled Jill aside. "What are you doing?" I demanded. "Nothing," she said, giving me an innocent look. "Just my job." "It looks like more than your job," I said, looking at her chest and her hard nipples. "Stop it," she told me. "He's just flirting a bit. He's the boss. He's allowed to." "Well, you don't have to like it." She gave me a quick kiss. "We need the money," she said. "And I promise you'll like it later." The talent returned to the set after her quick pee break and our conversation was over. It didn't get better, either. Scottie kept teasing her through-out the shoot and she was flirting back. The scene ended the same as the first one, with the actress sweaty, exhausted looking, and coated in cum. She mugged for Jill's camera and left for the shower. Scottie looked around the set and asked, "Where's my new star?" Standing against the far wall was a row of five more guys, naked and hard for the next scene. I noticed a couple of the guys were repeats from the first shoot, but they looked just as ready to do it again. All five of the guys looked around and shrugged. "Come on," Scottie groaned, handing his camera to me as he stormed towards the kitchen in search of his missing starlet. I saw him heading down the hallway where make-up was set-up in the big house's den. "Fuck!" we heard out in the living room before he came storming back into the living room where the set was struck. "Why didn't anyone tell me we were short an actress?" he snapped. The house was as silent as it was when the camera was turned-on. He stood in the living room, looking at the guys lined up and ready for the next scene. He looked around the room as if he might find the missing actress standing behind a light tree. Finally, his eyes landed on my wife. He smiled. "Jill? Can I visit with you a moment?" "Yes sir," she said, following him out of the room and back down the hallway. Before they left, he took the camera away from her and handed it to me. I waited a minute, not sure what I was supposed to do. Why did he need her? Setting the two cameras on the couch, I went down the hallway to find my wife. Scottie, Jill, and the make-up girl were standing the room talking. Jill had her top off and was standing topless in front of them. "What the fuck is going on?" I demanded. "Get her ready," Scottie snapped at the fat girl who did make-up. Turning to me, he gave my back the same chummy wallop he had on Jill's first day on the set. "Light-boy," he said to me, leading me into the hallway. "I believe your life is about to improve." "How?" I asked, suspicious and trying to see what was going on behind him. "You're about to be married to a bona fide porno star!" he said as if I had just won lottery. "No fucking way!" I said, pushing the big man out of the way and storming back into the make-up room. Jill was taking off her pants. "What the fuck are you doing?" I demanded. "Saving our bacon," she said, finishing the job of getting naked. "How? By fucking those five freaks out there?" "If that's what it takes," she said, her jaw set in the way it gets when she's determined to have her way. I could remember seeing her jaw set like that back in the sandbox when she wanted the toy I was using and in all the years since, it was a sign that I was about to lose an argument. Not that it ever stopped me. "No," I said. "It's not happening. You're my wife, not some slut, and you're not going to fuck five guys." "Whose gonna stop me?" she asked, standing naked in front of me, her arms out to her side. Speechless, I returned her stare. "Why were we even arguing about this?" "Scottie needs me," she said, her jaw softening. "He's stuck and everyone has to get paid even if he doesn't finish the shoot." "Fuck Scottie," I said and her eyes went wide as she looked past my shoulder. I knew he was standing right behind me and I didn't care. "She won't be fucking me," he said. "And if you're not careful, she might be fucking you anymore. Let's talk." "Don't do this," I told Jill. "Get dress and let's go home. We'll figure something out." I would had said more, but Scottie was pulling me away. "Look, this isn't a bad thing," he tried to tell me. "She's willing to do it and trust me, you'd rather have her doing it with you around than have her do it behind your back." "B-but..." I stammered, angry, frustrated, and confused. How could tell him I was her only man? That we were exclusive. "But nothing, champ. Let it happen. She loves you. She said you need to the money and she wants to do it." "We don't need the money this bad." He laughed. "Really? Five thousand dollars won't make a difference to you?" "Five?" He nodded. "Come on, give her a chance. If she's uncomfortable, we'll stop." "Does she have to fuck all these guys?" I asked, realizing he had just steered back to the set. "If she wants to. Are you going to stop her? She's a little hellcat, isn't she?" I looked at the guys lined up along the wall, all of them still sporting Viagra enhanced hard-ons that made me feel inadequate. "Look," he offered. "If it makes you feel better, why don't you wait in the kitchen? We've got some nice catering." I shook my head. If this was something Jill wanted to do, then I was going to watch ever second of it, even if it killed me. No one talked to me as I tried to focus on re-aiming lights and getting ready for the next scene. I tried to push away what was about to happen. It was just another shoot, right? I didn't believe it, but maybe if I said it enough times inside my head, I would start believing it. I don't know how long it took for Jill to finish in make-up, days? Weeks? That's how it felt. Finally, I heard Scottie say, "There's my star!" I looked at the doorway and wrapped in a robe stood my wife, but was she really my wife? Her long brown hair was fluffed, styled, and curled in a way I've never seen. The make-up girl had applied fake eyelashes that made her eyes look bigger and more innocent than ever before and the way her face was painted, she looked as glamorous as any porn star I had ever witnessed walking on to the set. I stared at her, unsure if I believed my eyes. With a shy smile, she moved closer to me. "I love you," she whispered. "You've got a funny way of showing it," I growled. Her smile faltered as her jaw moved back into that set position. "Deal with it," she said, turning to Scottie for her instructions. "You're beautiful," Scottie said, giving her a huge, friendly smile. "Ready to become a star?" "I guess," she said, shooting me a nervous glance, swallowing hard, and nodding at Scottie. "Let's do this." She dropped her robe, exposing her naked body to everyone in the room. She avoided my gaze and stepped in front of the lights as I saw the final bit of make-up work: shaving her pussy smooth. Angry, confused, and disbelieving, I stared at her and felt a new sensation happening, one I had never felt during a film shoot. I was getting hard. No, "getting hard," doesn't accurately describe what happened to me. I got hard in an instant and it hurt. My cock wasn't pointing the right way and it hung up on my boxer shorts, wanting to be all the way hard. Hiding behind a light reflector, I grabbed at my pants and made a quick adjustment. Dammit! Why was my body betraying me like this? I glanced around the room. Had anyone noticed my need for adjustment? Not as far as I could tell. I saw the men lining up to join the set. The big girl who did the make-up had wandered out to the set, too. Behind her, the couple of extra people who always seemed to be on set came into the room, too. I held back a groan realizing everyone was here to watch Jill's porn debut. Standing in front of the bright lights she had helped set-up, she looked lost. "You're beautiful," Scottie told her. "Cover material." I bit back a rueful snicker as he fed her the same line he gave every starlet. Worse, Jill smiled when he said it as if she believed it. "Ready for your co-stars?" he asked. She nodded, looking past him and giving the row of guys a brave smile as they filed past to stand in a row of hard, eager cocks behind her. "Okay, sweetheart, let's starting, okay?" Jill nodded, turned, and knelt in front of the guy on the far left. Scottie moved with her, kneeling to shoot down the row while I held the reflector to eliminate the shadows between their bodies. "That's it, baby," Scottie to her. "Suck that big cock. Take as much of it as you can." I watched Jill opening her mouth wide, her red painted lips stretching around its girth as she bent her head to swallow as much of it as she could. When I dropped my reflector, it bounced off Scottie's back. "Dude!" he scowled at me. "Sorry," I mumbled, scrambling to pick it the reflector. Unlike real actresses who paused during any break in the action, Jill didn't. She was sucking the guy, stayed focused on the big cock in her small hand, and ignored the interruption I accidentally created. "Yeah baby, suck it like a star," Scottie said, working his camera. "Now move on to the next one." Jill shifted to her right, opening her mouth, and drawing the second man's hard cock between her lips. He was as big as the first man and she gave him the same treatment. My anger began to fade with every throb of my hard cock. This wasn't a stranger touching those hard cocks, sucking on them, holding in her hands and nuzzling against them, this was my wife, my Jill, the only woman I've ever know. Beneath the puffed up, styled hair and behind the make-up and false eyelashes was a woman I knew how to read. I saw the lust in her eyes, the fire burning there as she gave herself over to the moment. I saw how hard her nipples were, they were swollen stiff and if I was allowed to touch them, I knew they would feel like stiff pebbles. The third cock in line was uncut. If it mattered to her, it didn't show. She worked that monster with the same zeal as the first two, without a moment's hesitation at how it looked or how it might have felt differently against her tongue, in her hand, or in her mouth. There were still two more men to go as I watched the number of men my wife had touched intimately multiply, doubling, tripling. It's easy math when her base number was one before she dropped to her knees. A moan wanton moaned escaped her lips as she moved from that third cock to the fourth one in the row. She used both her hands, stroking the man she just left as she stroked the man her mouth had yet to meet. "That's it, baby," Scottie told her from behind his camera. "Moan all you want. Let's hear it. Tell us about it." "I'm so wet," she mumbled, barely loud enough for us to hear. "You've got say it louder, sweetie," Scottie said, keeping his praise poured on as thick as he had with any starlet. "Tell us about it. Tell me about it. How's that cock feel." "So good," she said, louder. "Yeah it does. Now say it to the camera." Jill pulled her mouth away from the big cock in her mouth, looked right in the camera and said, "I love cock." The moan that followed her words came from me. Scottie ignored my interruption, but to her to say it again. She did. "Now make it pop when you pull your mouth off of it," he told her and just like any other shoot, she took his instructions. I had seen it before, the way Scottie would get a starlet to repeat a line, performing it again with a different emphasis or a different bit of wording. It took Jill a couple tries to make the "pop" sound she knew Scottie wanted. "I love cock," Jill said, giving the camera a proud smile. Scottie kept the camera going as she returned to sucking lucky Mr. Fourth in Line. A few head bobs later, he directed her to finish the line. "Good," Scottie said, pulling away and rearranging the men. "Circle around boys, you know what to do." No one was inventing the idea of a gangbang. The guys moved around her, forming a circle that left room for Scottie and his camera. They began groping my wife, clutching at her hard nipples, grabbing at her ass, and trying to finger her pussy. "Just keep sucking," he told Jill as he moved from spot to spot to get the shot he wanted. I'm couldn't keep track of who she was sucking and I'm sure she couldn't do it either. I heard her moan again and felt my hard cock straining inside my jeans. My head spun as I moved between feeling a jealous rage at the men touching her, betrayed by her willingness to let it happen, and dealing with the throbbing hard-on inside my pants. I stood behind Scottie as he knelt low to get the shot he needed. He was inches from Jill's face as she bobbed up and down on that big, uncut prick. "Get closer," he told the guys on either side of her. They leaned in, poking their hard-ons close enough to touch her cheek. "That's good, baby. Now see if you can fit two in your mouth at once." Jill looked at Scottie while he talked, but she also looked past him to where I was standing. She looked at my crotch and smiled. "Enjoying the show, baby?" she asked. Scottie turned his head, confused, and was staring right at my crotch. He never flinched. In his line of work, being inches away from another man's hard-on meant nothing to him. He turned back to his camera. "That's perfect," he told her. "Say that again, for the camera. Pretend the camera is light-boy's hard dick." "Enjoying the show?" she repeated right before she found a way to work two cockheads inside her mouth at the same time. "Fuck, these hard cocks taste so fucking good," she told the camera, but then her eyes flickered back to me. She might have said it to the camera, but she meant that for me. "Good!" Scottie said. "I need some chatter guys." We worked around the circle of guys surrounding Jill. All seasoned pros, the guys parted and closed the gaps depending on where Scottie wanted to be. And per his request, they added the extra chatter he wanted, too. "That's it, bitch, suck that cock," one guy said and I felt myself bristle at him calling my wife a bitch. "Here slut, suck on this one," another guy said, pulling her head to his oversized log. "Yeah baby, tell me how you like it." "It's so hard," she purred between mouthful. "More!" "I got more for you, cunt," another guy said, shoving his cock into her mouth. Again and again it happened as they teased her and used her mouth. They said horrible things to her, the same horrible things I had heard other guys say to the other two women earlier in the day. Jill ate it up along with their cocks, talking nasty back to them. My heart raced as I watched. I could barely breath, but I couldn't look away any more than I could stop my cock from throbbing. I had never seen my wife look sexier than she did at that moment, on her knees, naked, and surrounded by cock. Scottie stopped for a battery change. A gopher ran one to him. Other girls would have stopped when the camera was off. Why waste a good shot if it wasn't being filmed? Jill either didn't know that or didn't care. She kept sucking. "You can stop while he changes batteries," I whispered. "What if I don't want to stop?" she asked, moving to another cock. Scottie rebooted his big digital video camera, but before he started filming again, he picked up the smaller, still camera. He handed it to me. "Take some pictures for the family photo album," he told him. I heard a couple of the guys laugh. Fuckers. "Do it, baby," Jill told me. "Get a good picture of me with this big cock in my mouth." Holding up the camera, I watched her sucking cock on the tiny preview screen. Why did that make it worse? I snapped the shutter and it rapid-fired three shots in a row. "What do you say, baby? Ready to get laid?" Scottie asked her. Jill nodded. "How do you want me?" "We'll start simple first," he said, nodding for one of the guys to sit on the couch. "Straddle that for us, okay?" She nodded again and stood with her legs spread over the man's long, hard cock. When she grabbed it in her small hand, she could barely wrap her hand around it. Holding upright, she lowered herself on it, impaling that tiny, tight pussy that only I had known around it. "Oh fuck she's tight," the actor reported as she moved. "Not for long," one of the other guys said, laughing. I saw Jill wince as she worked the big fuck stick inside of her. She pulled away. I thought she was going to give up, but I was wrong. Bending over, she spat on the head, put her pussy back over it, and worked her way down again. "Ah, much better," she said, her long eyelashes waving up and down as a wave of pleasure surged through her. "Oh yeah," Scottie said, filming away. "Remember, this is a gang-bang, fellows. She had to touch at least two cocks at all times. Let's get some dick in the shot." A couple of the guys moved forward, offering her hard cocks. Without being told, Jill sucked the guy on her right while jerking off the guy on her left. "Fucking perfect! That's cover material!" Scottie pulled away to make room for me and the still camera. "Get some shots of that, it's hot as hell!" He was right, of course, it was hot as hell. I could see my wife's freshly shaved pussy stretched tight around the cock inside of her. I saw the look of desperate pleasure in her eyes. Scottie reminded her to look at the camera while she sucked, eyes open and wide. She did and was looking right at me. Her gaze bore a hole in my heart that was filled with lust to be with her. I suddenly realized, I wanted this woman more than ever before in my life. The guys formed a rotation with her, passing her from one man to the next. It was important to get good footage of every man fucking her. Scottie had made that clear doing the first two shoots. "All of you are her favorite," he told the guys. "Let's show that to the folks at home." They bent and twisted my Jill as they passed her back and forth. She did them in a reverse cowgirl for the camera. She did them bent over. She even did one guy while clinging to him like a koala bear. As each position or man changed, I was there to take more still pictures. I had to take pictures of her fucking and sucking. Close-ups, far shots, and medium shots. Doing It for You "Battery!" Scottie called for again. The action didn't stop for the battery change. "Yeah baby," Jill panted, her body beginning to shimmer as sweat broke on her. She was bouncing up and down on one cock and sucking a second one. "Dude, your wife is hot as hell," one of the guys told me, rubbing his prick to keep it hard. "Shut the fuck up," I told him. He laughed, walked up next Jill, and pulled her face to his cock. "Is this better?" he asked. Scottie waved the big make-up girl over to him. "Is she clean?" he asked her. "Please, Scottie, would I send her to your set if she wasn't?" the large woman said, looking pissed. She was the only person I had ever seen stand up to Scottie. He smiled. "You're my girl," he told her, giving her a kiss. When she walked away, I followed her, hooking her arm to ask, "What did he mean, is she clean?" "For anal," she answered, rolling her eyes. "No one does anal without their poop chute being sanitized. It's a whole system we use, all very safe." I felt sick to my stomach. Anal? With those huge cocks? There was no way Jill would do that, is there? I turned back to set to see the guys lubing up their cocks. Jill sat on one guy's lap, reverse cowgirl, which meant she was facing the camera. She had her heels on his knees and she was fingering herself. When I moved closer, I realized she wasn't fingering her pussy, she was fingering her ass. "You might want to put three fingers up there," Scottie told her. She nodded, doing it. "Perfect, sweetie. Now just like the first time you fucked him, only it goes up your ass this time, okay?" She nodded again. "Nice and slow. Take your time. Once you get used to it, it'll feel great." Putting her feet back on the floor, Jill stood over the man's long, thick cock. This time, his cock was shiny with lubricant. He put his hands on her hips, helping to balance her as she moved downwards. It took her a moment to aim things right. Twice, his cock slid away from her ass before gaining purchase at that tight, tiny opening on the third try. She sat, easing it inside of her, froze, and then sat farther down on him. She moved up, rubbed his cock a couple of times to spread the lube around, and went at it again. She got farther down on it the second try. Scottie filmed every moment of it. "You're doing good," Scottie told her. "Nice and slow. Make it feel good." "It does feel good," she said. "How good?" "I wanna cum good?" she said, the question in her voice clearly asking for permission. "Have you been holding out on me?" he asked her. Jill nodded, looking worried. "You've been a bad, bad girl," he told her. "I want you to have as many orgasms as you can!" "Can I have one now? Before I put him in me?" "No, but you can have one after he's inside of you," Scottie promised. She smiled, nodded, and went back to work on getting her asshole around her co-star's big prick. Squirming and moving up and down, she did it inch by inch. "We have to see it up your ass," Scottie reminded her. Jill nodded, putting her heels back on her co-star's knees. Scottie pushed her knees apart. "Open up your lips, let's make sure there's no doubt." Jill reached between her legs, splaying open her puffy pussy lips until her empty vagina showed. "Now rub that stiff clitty and give yourself a thrill." Again, she nodded. She had lean back against her co-star, but he didn't seem to mind. His hands found her tits, caressing stiff nipples as she rubbed the swollen bud of her clitoris. The room filled with the cries of her orgasm. Whatever was left of the sweet, innocent woman I married vanished with the echoes of her passionate cries. Hands on the actor's hips beneath her, she braced herself and fucked up and down his hard cock as Scottie's camera caught every inch of it sliding in and out of her asshole. "More cock," he said, pulling away for a longer shot. Another guy showed up for her to suck on. As soon as her mouth touched his cock, there came muffled moans from her. I knew what they meant, but the guy beneath her removed any doubt for the rest of the room. "Fuck, she just came again," he said, pulling her up and off of him. "Damn near got me off!" "Lightweight," one of the others joked. "Let me have that ass. I'll show you how it's done." Jill was bent doggie style on the couch and Scottie captured this new guy working his way inside of her freshly fucked ass. He wasn't gentle, but if Jill cared, it didn't show. She reached for the cock closest to her and sucked on it. Like before, she passed from man to man until everyone had a chance to be shot fucking her ass. Unlike before, she came again and again. "Fuck, this is gold," Scottie told her. "Did you have an orgasm from everyone?" "I think so," she said, still rubbing the cocks within reach. Scottie looked around the room at the actors. "She came twice for me, boss," the first guy reported. The rest reported once. "Good enough. Okay, we need to do the double penetrations and then it's orgasms for everyone," Scottie promised. One of the guys laid down on the carpet in front of the couch. Jill climbed on top of him, kneeling over him in a crouched version of doggie-style and filling her pussy with his big cock. She rocked back and forth on its length several times while he played with her titties. "Ready for this baby?" he asked. She nodded while a second guy positioned himself between his legs. The other three actors stood just behind the lights. The one standing next to me said, "You know we're going to ruin her." I looked at him. "What do you mean?" He shrugged. "I'm just saying, we're going to make her fuck and suck us until she's no good to you or any other man for at least week," he said. I don't know why, but that bothered me worse than hearing my wife being called a slut, bitch, or slut. "Tell me that after you're done banging balls against your boyfriend," I snared. Looking past the lights, I called to my wife. "Fuck'em good, baby!" The second guy in the scene was in position, holding his cock against her rosebud of an asshole and waiting for Scottie to give him the go ahead. Scottie wanted to capture every bit of Jill's first double penetration on camera. Nodding that he was taping, the second man began pushing his way inside. Jill moaned loudly. Remembering I was holding the still camera, I hurried up and moved in front of her. "Right here, baby," I called to her. "Let me see it." She raised her head at me and smiled before the sensations of what was happening behind her took over. I started snapping off pictures, capturing her orgasm in rapid-fire bursts of three shots each. I wasn't embarrassed by my hard cock anymore. If I was hard, it was because of her. I rubbed myself and she came again. "Okay, switch!" Scottie called, waving two more guys over. A variation of the same scene was repeated and again I took more pictures. The guy who told me they were going to ruin her was up her ass. I didn't care. Nor did I care what he did when Scottie rearranged bodies. Mr. "We're going to ruin her" was feeding his hard cock to Jill's mouth. "Suck it, bitch. Suck your ass right off my cock," he growled. Jill did, coming the entire time. Again and again, they passed her around, taking turns in her ass and pussy. I held took the "On the cover, baby, I promise," pictures of her handing all five guys at once. She had cock in her mouth, ass, pussy, and both hands. Everyone one set was growing sweaty and their bodies shimmered and glistened beneath the lights. "Okay, cumshots," Scottie said and the guys fell into a circle much like the one at the beginning of the shoot. They worked their cocks while Jill knelt, squeezing shaved balls, and begging for their cum. "Give it to me," she groaned, squeezing her breasts and clutching at her pussy. She was desperate and wanton in a way none of the porn stars I had witness had ever managed. The first guy shot his load across her open mouth, tongue, and cheeks. She looked at the camera and said, "More!" The second guy aimed his hard cock right at her mouth, coating her tongue with his cumshot. Without being told, she let it drip from her tongue. "More," she cried, rubbing the balls of the uncut guy standing next to her. He and another guy came at the same time, shooting off on opposite sides of her and coating her face with more semen. Her answer was the same as before, "More!" Until the final guy jerked himself close, moved to her and added his load to her. Looking past the spent men still caressing her cocks, she looked at me with cum dripping off her chin. "More!" she begged. Scottie looked over his shoulder to see she was talking to me. "Go for it dude, she's your wife." And in a roomful of people, I did. I pushed open my jeans, released my throbbing cock, and waddled close to her. Jill smiled up at me, caressing my balls and tugging my cock. "I love you," she purred just before opening her mouth wide and catching my much needed cumshot on her tongue. The room did something I had never seen before. Everyone broke into a round of applause. Jill blushed and behind the cum still dripping from her chin and cheeks, I saw the sweet, innocent girl I had married. I helped her to her feet and she put her arm around my waist as I led her to the bathroom for a shower. I sat on the toilet seat while she showered. When she was clean, she pushed open the curtain and kissed me. "I love you," she told me again. "I love you, too," I told her and meant every word of it. Back on the set, Scottie waited with a big smile. I don't know where the guys went. One of the caterers was rolling up electrical cords and collapsing light stands. I started to help and Scottie stopped me. "You're a guest of talent," he said. "You don't work." Then he pressed a stack of hundred dollar bills in my hand, sixty of them to be exact. He gave me another chummy slap on the back. "For the record? You're more of a man than me." With our work done, we got in the car and I handed Jill the stack of bills for her to count. Instead of counting them, she tucked them into her purse. "It wasn't worth it if I fucked up," she said. Patting her knee, I shot her smile. "Baby, let's face it. You fucked up, down, and every other way you can fuck." "I did it for us." I squeezed her knee, nodding. "And next time, I want you to do it for you." Leaning over, she kissed my cheek and fiddled around with my jeans until she had her hand inside was caressing my second hard-on of the day. "But first, I want to do it for you," she said, before leaning over the rest of way and sucking me off. And this time, she swallowed.