12 comments/ 57558 views/ 23 favorites Mighty Oaks Ch. 01 By: ukresearcher This story features condoned infidelity and later chapters contain both simulated and real non consensual sex. A possible saving grace is that there is an element of revenge near the end. Chapter 01 from little acorns grow. Half way through the Monday evening meal that I had prepared, my wife Jennifer paused to say, "A new guy started today at work but he's been put in a team at the opposite end of the office to me. I don't know if he's permanent staff or just a temp." "People are joining and leaving all the time at your firm," I countered. "You don't usually tell me, so what makes this chap worthy of mention." Jenn grinned. "He's very good looking, I mean exceptionally good looking. I could see him as some kind of male model but Pam says he is more film star material." Pam is my wife's close colleague and best friend. She is married to Charlie, he is ten years older than she and the pair are our most frequent social companions. They have two teenage kids but we have yet to start a family. Jenn and I have been married for six years, together for seven and I married her when she was just twenty-two. I am thirty and to complete the picture I should say that Pam is six years my senior. The following evening, at roughly the same point in the meal, as if continuing the previous conversation, Jenn announced, "He's called Jason and he is only temporary." "I'm glad you found that out so quickly. Now I can stop worrying and think about something else," I said with a straight face. Jenn grinned and pretended to throw a bread roll at me but said nothing more. My wife works for a big insurance company, in a large open plan office. Recently she was promoted to sub team leader responsible for allocating work to three other females, one of which is Pam. I am self employed and work from home on IT applications, (mainly web page design), so I have plenty of time to prepare an evening meal for when Jenn gets home. It helps that I thoroughly enjoy cooking. The Wednesday evening update was that Jason was the only topic of conversation in the ladies rest room. "Well you certainly can't stop talking about him," I quipped humorously. Thursday there was no mention but Friday evening I found myself asking, "So what's the latest on the office heartthrob?" "I spoke to him," Jenn told me eagerly. "He was by himself by the drinks machine and when I'd got my drink he remarked that the coffee was terrible. I told him that the tea was even worse and said I always had either the beef extract or the hot chocolate. That was all that was said because then other people crowded in." "Exciting stuff." For the first time Jenn showed irritation at my sarcasm. "It was exciting," she said. "For a start I hadn't seen him close up until then and he has got a very nice face, humorous and kind of open. I think you'd like him. He's about six feet tall with the classic V shape, broad shoulders and narrow waist. The important thing is that he's not crude -- you won't believe how many guys try to break the ice with sexual innuendo. I suppose they think it's flirting." You may see my 'teasing' as insecurity but nothing could be further from the truth because I had absolute confidence in my wife's fidelity. I believe it because that is what she told me. I am 5' 9" tall with a wiry build and average in every respect except that I am rather clever. In comparison, Jenn is an absolute gem. She is only 5' 1" tall with very pale naturally blonde hair that she wears short. Her breasts are pertly rounded and she has the perfect bubble butt. However what creates the incredible effect is her twenty inch waist (measured naked). This accentuates both her lovely tits and delightful round hips. Her legs are pretty special too. After I had introduced her to my dad for the first time, catching me alone, he enthused, "I envy you lad, she's what we used to call a pocket Venus. Jenn is the kind of girl every man wants. You'll have to keep your wits about you because admirers are going to flock round her like wasps round a jam pot." Given her looks I was prepared for Jenn to have had far more far more sexual experience than I had but she said that she had full sex with only three others before me. When I said that I found this difficult to believe she explained, "As you know I love sex but when I lived at home I had to guard my reputation and being careful badly limited opportunities so I went to university resolved to do my share of sleeping around. I wasn't silly though and spent the first few weeks getting my studies sorted and seeing the lie of the land. I was getting hit on all the time. I had some dates but I knocked them all back for sex and picked up a reputation as a hard nut to crack. Then I met a rugby player and decided I would fuck him after he had chased me for a couple of dates but he didn't want to wait that long. He was only picking me up for the first time but when he saw I was alone (my flat mates had already gone out) he decided it was the opportune moment. I told him I didn't want it but he did it anyway. He was so much bigger and stronger that it wasn't even worth struggling. It was a fuck I didn't want but it was just a fuck, I didn't enjoy it but I didn't actually not enjoy it. I was prepared to forget it if he hadn't bragged but a pal came up next day and asked, 'Is it true you screwed Griff Hanks?' So I put up a post on the students web. It said 'Griff Hanks is saying that he had full sexual intercourse with me yesterday. I can't dispute his claim but must point out that he has the smallest penis that I've ever seen (think little finger) and that if penetration did occur I was unaware of it. Furthermore, the whole incident was over with such rapidity it seems impossible that there was time for him to put it in me.' " Jenn gave a bitter laugh, "It was a big laugh round campus and he left before the end of term. He couldn't stand the humiliation but it backfired on me. I became known as 'that castrating bitch' and no guy dared come near me. I was forced to live like a nun fore more than two years until I met you." Over the next few weeks the updates on Jason continued, perhaps not every day, but I heard of every incident from the first time he waved when walking near her desk to every encounter near the drinks machine, both alone and with others around. Nothing he said to her could be even classified as flirting but it became obvious that my wife had a serious crush on this guy. The saving grace was that Jenn openly reported every little boring detail to me and I saw little danger that his 'spell' would induce her to break her oft repeated vow of fidelity. Even when her vulnerability to him became more worrying it started off innocuously with the statement, "Jason has discovered that he works on the same kind of claims as me and today he came to my desk to ask for advice." I purposefully did not ask for updates but at the end of the week, prefacing her words with a small laugh, Jenn said, "I think Jason must be very inexperienced in claims because he's been back with one query or another every day this week." When I asked if this interfered with her own work she admitted, "It does a bit but I don't mind. We take the opportunity to chat about other things and he is a very easy guy to talk to." Nothing more was said for three weeks but over that time Jenn's usually bubbly nature became subdued and she seemed pensive as if there was something on her mind. In the end I asked if everything was OK. "It's Jason, he's coming to my desk two or three times every day," she said, seeming relieved to be getting it off her chest. "Some of his questions are genuine but most are just a question of common sense and he's not a stupid guy." I smiled. "He probably fancies you. You're a very easy girl to talk to," I said, echoing her words about him. My cheerful remark only sufficed to deepen Jenn's depression. "He's got the most enormous penis," she blurted out. "I should have told you about it ages ago. I couldn't believe it. I never have made a habit of looking at men's groins but I've been checking and none of the men in and around the office show anything at all. I've heard of guys stuffing socks in their underwear to create an impression but Jason must have a chunk of hosepipe stuck down his leg or else it's real." "So when did you observe this evidence of a massive trouser snake?" I asked, still seeing humour in the situation. "Every time he comes to see me," Jenn said unhappily. "When he stands in front of my desk his cock is straight ahead of me, I have to look up to see his face. He also wears his pants rather tight and while we are talking he keeps raising himself on his toes. I can't stop myself looking at it, it makes me so wet and I get a terrible urge to touch myself. The trouble is that he knows exactly the effect that he has on me." Now I was concerned. "Has he said anything?" "That's the point; he's never said a word out of place. Not a single thing that could possibly construed as sexual harassment." "So what's the harm?" "Because I'm sure he's waiting for me to proposition him." "And you're bound to do that, I don't think. In the office with every one watching!" "I don't think that is his plan," Jenn said looking helplessly at me. "He's made sure that I know where to find him every night of the week and I think he's confident that I will turn up one night and that we will go on to have an affair." "What are we worrying about because you're not going to do that," I said, breathing out some pent up tension. Jenn went very quiet and then said, "I don't want to cheat but I've found myself thinking up excuses to go out one night without you. That's why I've got to get away from him so I'm going to hand in my notice on Friday. Even if I don't get another job straight away we can afford for me to be out of work for a bit." "Isn't that a bit drastic?" "I don't think so," Jenn said, with tears in her eyes, "If it hadn't been for that vow I would have gone with him already. I love you so much and I don't want to hurt you but I know that if he gets under my skin any more it's inevitable that I will finish up in bed with him. That night I spent a lot of time analysing our finances to see if we would survive a temporary drop in income as easily as my wife believed. Some recent large expenditure did not help and I found that we could manage for only a couple of months without my Jenn's salary before stringent economies would need to be made. To make it worse recent newspaper articles had spoken about a worsening jobs market. That night before bed, I said I thought she should continue at work and weather the storm, giving the reassurance that, now I was warned, she couldn't fool me about sneaking out at night. Jenn shook her head. "You've no idea how much control he has over me. You don't know how hot I get when I'm near him or how much I lie in bed craving for him when you are asleep. It is some kind of crazy sickness that I can't do anything about. And if was going to meet him it would not be at night and you wouldn't have the faintest idea. You don't know how easy it is for me to get out of the office during the day, I only have to say I going to see a client." There was a long pause as I struggled to assimilate the depth of her feelings for this man but then she went on quietly, "I've actually booked some hours out of the office tomorrow but it was to be away from my desk and get away from him, not to be with him." I moved forward quickly to embrace her but I had begun wondering. Had my solicitous remark not triggered this avalanche of confession, might the time out of the office have been booked for that other purpose? Next day I waited anxiously for Jenn to get home but when she did she ran across the room and threw herself into my arms, crying, "It's over. Jason's gone." A minute or two later she explained, "It seems he was on a three month contract that ends this week and he cashed a couple of days holiday to finish early. I'm so glad I won't have to resign after all because I do like working at this place." After the immediate euphoria caused by the sudden departure of Jenn's fantasy lover I did notice some fairly long-lasting withdrawal symptoms as she got used to being without the daily stimulation of his presence at work, but after two months or so everything seemed back to normal. One Saturday morning I was in my front garden, taking advantage of the warm weather to cut the grass, when a sleek two-seater sports car roared past and parked a bit further down on the opposite side of the road. Initially my attention had been drawn by admiration of the vehicle but, this switched to curiosity when the driver got out and walked back to vault athletically over the gate of the house opposite. You see that house had been empty for over a year but was now sporting a 'Sold' sign. The stranger began to wander round mainly looking up at the house. He did not look particularly suspicious, smartly if casually dressed and acting as if he had every right to be where he was. All the same I kept an eye on him and made it obvious that I was doing so. When he noticed this he waved and called out, "Just moving in," then easily vaulted back over the gate and strolled across the road towards me. He explained that he was about an hour ahead of the removal van, adding with a rueful grin, "Stupidly I gave the driver my only key so I'm stuck until they arrive." I have got to describe this guy because he had an immediate favourable impression on me. He was tall and lean and moved with an agile grace but it was his face that was exceptional because I had never previously met one so appealing. Lightly tanned and undeniably good looking, it was open and friendly with laughter lines indicating a ready sense of humour. I usually take my time assessing new acquaintances but even though I did not know a damn thing about him, I felt an instant liking for our new neighbour. I invited him in for a drink and he accepted gratefully, opting for a lager. The properties were in a small development of detached house and although most of the other residents could not be described as elderly they were all a generation in advance of us so I was already thinking that I might have found a friend around our own age. He admired the décor and we chatted, mainly about sport but with an easy rapport, until a large van pulled to a halt across the road. We both stood to look out of the window and at that moment my wife walked in carrying two large carrier bags marked with the logo of dress stores. Jenn dropped the bags and stood frozen with a look of horror on her face for a long moment then, suddenly galvanised into action, ran forward and dragged me bodily into the kitchen. "What the hell is he doing here?" she asked with total panic in her eyes. I was bemused. "What's wrong? Who is he?" "It's Jason, the guy from work. The one I was willing to leave my job to get away from." I could not believe it. "But he seems such a pleasant guy," I said lamely. "That's how he works," Jenn hissed back. "He gets you liking him all nice and friendly but soon all you can think about is opening your legs for him. Get rid of him if you don't want me to come out and drag him upstairs." I walked back trying to think of an excuse for my wife's strange behaviour but Jason was already on his way to the front door. "Sorry to dash off," he apologised. "I need to tell these guys where to put my stuff. Catch you later. In fact I'd like you both to pop over for a drink Monday night." When Jenn reappeared I told her that Jason was our new neighbour, adding, "You have just got to get used to it unless you want us to sell up and move just to get away from him." "I know we can't move but I don't want him in this house again." This forced me to mention the invitation. "I'm certainly not going but you can," Jenn said firmly, "But don't make him into your best friend. We can make this work as long as I keep him well away from me. While you are across there, check out the size of his cock and you'll know what I mean." I did wander over the road the next evening, taking a good bottle of wine as a house warming gift and accepting a cold beer in exchange. I explained my wife's absence by blaming a bad day at work and saying she had come down with a bit of a migraine. "You don't have to tell me about bad days at that place," he said ruefully. "In fact I was hoping to thank your wife for all her help. I bluffed my way in there on a three month contract but without a real idea what the work entailed and I was really struggling until someone pointed out Jennifer as the font of all knowledge. After that thankfully, her generous good advice helped me waffle my way through." While Jason was partially distracted, I did manage a couple of glances at his genital area but it was not easy without being obvious. There was some extra prominence but certainly nothing down his trouser leg, real or otherwise. I was again struck by what a pleasant affable guy he was. There was a natural rapport that I had never before felt with another male and it was ironic that he was the only man in the world precluded from being a friend. Returning home I repeated what Jason had said and told Jenn, "I think you may have got everything a bit out of proportion. Listening to him it seems to me that he was only pestering you at work because he needed your advice." "You don't know what you are talking about," Jenn snapped with a touch of anger, "If you had seen the electricity between us you wouldn't believe it was innocent. I'm just surprised that nobody at work ever remarked about it. If you value our marriage keep him well away from me." Her words were enough to make me distance myself from the new neighbour. I pretended not to notice when he tried to catch my attention and on the occasions that Jason walked across to the gate I cut the conversion very short. After a while he got the hint but we continued to exchange seemingly friendly waves as if nothing was wrong. Jenn was even more extreme, quickly disappearing whenever he appeared in his front garden. If it was temptation she was avoiding I could understand why because Jason seldom wore anything other than a very brief pair of shorts, even on days when I would have thought it too cool for such a state of undress. He had a healthy all over tan and a truly superb physique. The man seemed to have a fetish about cutting his grass and generally working in his front garden, so much so that his back garden had to be turning into a wilderness. Like me he seemed to be always at home with no evidence of current outside employment and had I been a bit sharper I might have realised that he only ever put himself on display when he knew Jenn was at home. One day in our main front bedroom, I almost tripped over a pair of powerful binoculars that had been left on the floor by the side of the bed when they should have been in the rear bedroom wardrobe. Although that front bedroom was the largest, we slept in the back for the better outlook in the morning. We also liked watching the many wild birds and creatures that visited our large back garden and the binoculars were kept handy for that purpose. I used them now to check out his front bedroom directly opposite. I knew he had workmen in earlier in the month and it seemed that they had installed a bar above the bed. It reminded me of the set up in hospital orthopaedic wards to help disabled patents pull themselves up. The obvious assumption was that my wife had been looking at the same thing. When I found the binoculars again out of place the next week that conclusion suddenly seemed far less certain as I entertained the first suspicion that the times Jenn disappeared from sight when Jason appeared, it was to rush upstairs to secretly watch him from the bedroom. With my happy complacency thus dented, I began taking more notice and over the next few weeks had to admit that my wife's behaviour was changing. She seemed far more prone to bad temper and irritability and our sex life altered too. Some nights she seemed almost frigid, which was completely out of character, this balanced by other nights when she became almost nymphomaniac, fucking frantically as if her life depended on it with constant urging to go harder, faster, deeper. At first I thoroughly enjoyed this high octane passion until it dawned on me that it was just meaningless frantic copulation without love or even affection involved. Mighty Oaks Ch. 01 When in bed I tend to sleep like the dead but a couple of times I was partially roused by Jenn slipping carefully back into bed. Another night I woke to find her missing and where she lay felt cool to the touch suggesting that she had been absent for some time. Then on a no sex night I had trouble dropping off and so was awake when my wife slid stealthily out of bed. The obvious explanation was that she had gone to the toilet but I was suspicious and when she had not returned after several minutes I got out of bed to investigate. Instinct drew me to the main front bedroom. I should explain that the bed head is against the side wall with the bed parallel to the window. Jenn was sitting on the far side of the bed gazing out the window. Still naked, her left hand was between her legs and I could just make out that the fingers of her right hand were caressing her left breast. The binoculars were lying on the bed just to her right. From where I stood I could not see what she was looking at so, helped by the fact that my wife seemed oblivious to anything other than what lay in front of her, I moved very slowly and quietly until I was directly behind her. The bedroom directly opposite in Jason's house was brightly lit and the curtains on either side of the window had been partially drawn so that only the bed and about a yard on either side could be seen. He was naked and sitting upright on the bed facing the window, his legs stretched out with ankles touching. From his stillness he seemed in meditation mode. I was unimpressed until he launched into the most amazing display of strength and bodily control that I have ever witnessed. Jason started moving as if in slow motion, raising his arms to grasp the bar above his head. Then with equal slowness he pulled himself up until about a foot above the bed, with legs still horizontal and his body forming a right angle. The next stage was to move his legs apart until virtually in the side splits position, this revealing that his, impressively long cock, although stiff, pointed downwards, almost touching the bed. What followed was almost unbelievable. By pure mind and muscle control he caused his cock to rise, first to horizontal then to a forty-five degree or more elevation and held like that for nearly a minute before slowly reversing the procedure until back in the initial meditation position. Hardly daring to breath I stood and watched several repetitions. Although Jenn's left hand was continually moving between her legs she used her right hand to hold the binoculars when Jason was 'exercising' and only reverted to nipple tweaking during his periods of contemplation. I was fascinated and could easily understand why my vulnerable wife was enthralled by the sight. Her arousal enhanced exhalations gave me some latitude but eventually a noise made by me impacted on her consciousness. Jenn whirled round a look of horror on her face and even in the darkness I could detect the scarlet flush of embarrassment. Leaping up she rushed past me, almost bowling me over in her panic to escape the room. I found her back in bed, face buried in the pillow and sobbing heartbrokenly. "It's not that bad," I said gently, "I'm not going to divorce you just for getting pleasure looking at a naked man." My wife rolled over and looked at me with big eyes. "It's far worse than that," she sobbed. "I've gone crazy in the head and I can't help it. I love you but I want him. I ache for him. I think of nothing else but him." I was shaken by how bad his affect on her had become. "It will pass. Only we know and I will help you get over it," I said lamely. "He knows," Jenn said. "How do you mean?" "I'm sure he can't actually see me but the way he looks across I know that he's very aware of me watching. Don't you see, the whole set-up is aimed at me? He's got his curtains drawn just enough so that our front bedroom is the only place where anybody can see what he does." I could see that. "But why?" I asked. "It's a continuation of his campaign at work. He keeps tempting me every night just waiting for me to go to him." "Perhaps you should go to him then," I heard myself say. "Do you mean that?" Jenn asked with wonder on her face. I did not mean it and I don't know what made me say it except perhaps exasperation but, having seen the hope in my wife's eyes I had not the heart to destroy it. That meant that I had to confirm my words but it was not as easy as that. Knowing Jenn I knew that she would need to believe that my permission for her to go was the result of a rational decision. So, taking a deep breath I said, "You haven't been the same since he moved in across the road and something needs to happen. I figure that if you go across there, either you will get him out of your system and come back as my wife or you won't come back. Even if you don't return it can't be much worse than how we are now. I am me and I can't stand being with you physically but knowing that you are mentally having sex with him." I think I hoped that she would see through the flimsiness of my logic and let virtue prevail but it was not to be. Instead Jenn jumped up and threw her arms round me to say, "I do still love you but this isn't about love," before running to the bedside phone. As she dialled I churlishly wondered how his number came so readily to her mind but then his receiver was lifted. When he said 'Hello' it became evident that we had left the phone on speaker from a previous conversation. "This is Jenn, can I come over and see you?" my wife asked. He did not sound at all surprised, "When?" "Now?" "Of course you can, I'll go down and open the door." There was a pause and then he asked, "Does your husband know?" "Yes, he just told me I could come to you." Again there was not the slightest trace of surprise in Jason's voice as he said, "Then tell him I will return you to him safe and sound." The moment she rang off Jenn began quickly getting dressed, not bothering with any underwear. Wearing only a dress and shoes she ran downstairs to possibly begin the journey out of my life. From the window I watched my wife almost skip across the road. As she closed his garden gate behind her the front door of the house opened and I could see Jason waiting to greet her, wearing some kind of short robe. I think I hoped to observe their first interaction but the moment Jenn entered he closed the door behind her, leaving me to consider the full magnitude of what had just occurred. It was unbelievable. Less than two hours before I had gone to bed as usual with my faithful wife completely unaware of what was to happen and yet now she had gone to finish the night being thoroughly fucked in another man's bed. Should I have been so surprised? Perhaps I had been living with my head buried in the sand. From Jenn's extreme reaction when she returned from shopping to find Jason in the house that time, it was obvious that he had a very powerful effect on her. Therefore, as long as he remained in visual close proximity, it was illogical to expect her 'thing about him' to just go away without some kind of resolution. I sat and watched the brightly lit but empty room opposite expecting them to appear at any moment. Time passed and after some twenty minutes I was starting to hope that they had just been talking and that Jenn was reconsidering her precipitate action in going to him, when suddenly, there they were by the side of the bed. I gave a long sigh of disappointment and I think resignation. Quickly grabbing the discarded binoculars I saw that he was again naked and that, although Jenn was still mainly covered, the buttons of her dress had been undone to the waist. Jason's large cock stuck out rigidly in front of him and my wife's fingers were curled round it. I tensed preparing to watch what was to come but then the light was switched off. At first I felt relieved at being spared from witnessing the moment when my wife's infidelity became a fact but my fingers kept frantically fiddling with the focus in a desperate attempt to pierce the darkness. Even when my eyes had adjusted, I could make out little except the vague outline of bodies. I persevered for five minutes or more but then gave up. This was partly from frustration but mainly because I suddenly felt ashamed of my prurient desire to see. I dressed and went downstairs to sit drinking for a couple of hours. At first my mind was a kaleidoscope of thoughts but eventually I felt numb enough to hope that sleep might be possible. Next morning, while still half asleep, out of habit I reached out to Jenn and finding her empty place jerked me awake to the grim reality. Like a zombie I rose and went downstairs, made myself a coffee then flopped despondently down in an armchair. I think I must have dozed off again because it was the sound of the shower that woke me. Some ten minutes later Jenn walked in wearing a bathrobe and with only roughly towelled hair. I looked across but she seemed intent on avoiding my eyes as she seated herself in the other armchair. There was a minute or more of silence and then she said quietly, "I love you so much but I'm afraid that I've lost you." "Was it worth it?" I asked with a touch of bitterness. "The sex was fabulous, far better than I ever imagined." "Totally outclassing me?" "That's not true," Jenn said quickly, "Sex with Jason left me feeling more satisfied than I've ever felt before but making love with you leaves me far more contented." "So what else did your illicit night of passion tell you?" I asked, trying not to show how much her words had cheered me. "I'm feeling calm again for the first time since he moved in and I am thinking more clearly." "Are you saying that you've got him out of your system and you want me to take you back?" I asked, preparing myself for a big reconciliation. "Yes and no," Jenn said looking straight at me. "I do want us to be back where we were but I would also like to go with Jason occasionally, even if it is only one more time." "Why?" "Because last night started so late and was all very frantic. I would like to know what it is like spending a whole evening and night with him." Amazingly I found that I was feeling favourable towards her request. Perhaps it was the knowledge that I had not lost her completely which made me able to contemplate an occasional loan. "If it was to be more than once, how often had you in mind?" "I was talking about this with Jason," Jenn said, "He definitely doesn't want to steal me away from you but he does want to keep seeing me. He thought one night a month but I said once every two weeks might be fair." "Let me think about it. I can't make a decision like this without some consideration." I already knew that my answer was going to be positive but wanted to leave her in doubt for a while. "I understand that, in fact I'm going to get dressed and go to the shops for a couple of hours to let you think without me being here to influence you," Jenn said standing up. "I know you probably want to hear what happened last night but it will have to wait until I get back. I promise I will tell you anything you want to know." She took a few paces towards the door but then paused to add, "Don't be surprised if Jason comes across to see you and please don't try to fight with him if he does. I know that he's very keen not to fall out with you because of what happened." Left alone I wondered why I was prepared to allow further infidelities but the truth was that, as Jane had already had sex with him, further encounters between them would have little additional significance. The only important thing was Jenn not wanting to abandon our life together. I definitely would have preferred not to see Jason. I did not want to stand next to him imagining his grotesquely oversized cock inside my wife's lovely body, see mental pictures of it sliding into dear vagina which until last night had been exclusively mine. However, immediately Jenn drove off I went out in the garden. I reasoned that if he approached me outside I had a line of retreat where if he had to knock on the door I would feel obliged to invite him in. The lawnmower had only cut two strips before I saw Jason crossing the road. He was wearing his usual short shorts but this time, in addition, he wore a safari shirt left unbuttoned. "I hope there aren't any hard feelings," he said as he drew close. "Precisely what do you base that hope on, "I asked coldly. "Your physique makes you pretty safe from me but how do you know I wouldn't like to kill you?" My uncompromising attitude stopped him in his tracks. He floundered for a moment and then said, "I don't think that I've done you any real harm and I thought you might see it the same way. I made no attempt to win your wife's affections away from you and as far as I was concerned it was just a bit of physical pleasure that I believe Jenn thoroughly enjoyed. Not that I could subvert her affections because she loves you far too much, she wouldn't have been able to resist me for so long if loving loyalty had not held her back." "So you admit that you've been running a seduction campaign, even back when you worked at the same place," I accused. "Campaign yes, seduction no. I did not sweet talk her into it and I didn't get her drunk or make false promises. All I did was put what I had to offer in the shop window and hope that she would buy. I willingly admit that I wanted her from the first moment I saw her. I knew immediately that Jenn was very special and I also recognised that she had a reservoir of almost untapped passion." "And you got there in the end," I said with a rueful smile. "Only by good luck. The last few days at the insurance place I was convinced she was going to crack but she didn't. So on the day I left, as a last throw, I followed her home hoping you wouldn't be there yet. My plan was to knock on the door and tell Jenn that I wanted to say goodbye. Seeing two cars in your drive ruined that and I was about to leave when I saw the for sale sign on the house opposite. I'd been looking for a property to buy and that happened to be perfect." "I think I owe you a beer," I said as my resentment towards him mellowed. Jason visibly relaxed and followed me inside. When we were seated I asked, "Have you had sex with many other married women?" "It's what tiggers do best, "Jason answered with a grin. "I'm not the marrying kind, mainly because I could never stay faithful and I avoid single girls because the nicer sort all have expectations that I can't live up to. That only leaves married women and my good fortune is that a fair proportion of them find me attractive. " "Don't you ever feel guilty? What about the feelings of their husbands?" "Ideally the husbands generally never know and as for feeling guilty I don't see why I should. It's a bit like scrumping apples, I take a few but the farmer still gets the harvest and doesn't even know I've been in his orchard. The last thing I want to do is break up marriages or even spoil them; in fact in many cases I improve them." I laughed. "Now you are going too far. How can you possibly justify that statement?" "Very easily. I have the ability to liberate elements of their wives sexuality that the husbands have been unable to access and when I leave the scene they reap the benefit. Whenever I bump into a previous conquest they all say how much their sex lives have improved." "I suppose that now you're going to claim that you've improved my sex life and expect me to thank you for fucking my wife." "Not after just the one night. That's why I badly want to be with Jenn at least one more time." I was getting angry again. "Do you really expect me to allow it to happen again? Jenn was completely faithful to me before you came along." "I consider that by itself to be a benefit because I have broken you out of the monogamy straightjacket. Monogamy is unnatural. Animals aren't monogamous and the only reason most humans are is due to paternity, inheritance and succession considerations." "I thought some animals and many species of birds were known to mate for life." Jason laughed. "So did a lot of scientists but recent DNA test on the broods of supposedly faithful birds have shown that on average 10% to 20% of the chicks were sired by a cock other than the hen bird's partner." "Just because males in all species seem to get cuckolded doesn't mean I have to accept it." "Being cuckolded is nothing to fear if you think of it in terms of allowing your wife to enjoy a level of pleasure that you are unable to provide," Jason countered. "Suppose your wife loved white knuckle rides but you suffered from vertigo, would you object to her enjoying an occasional adrenaline rush with a male friend? Or if she enjoyed ballroom dancing and you had two left feet would you allow her evenings on the dance floor in the arms of another man? Why should sex be any different? Let Jenn come to me and I promise I will send her home happy, satisfied and loving you even more for allowing her the freedom." I did not give him a decision and Jason left soon after. Jennifer arrived home roughly an hour later, apparently having purchased nothing. "Did he come?" she asked when hardly through the door. I nodded and she asked, "What did you tell him?" "I thought he had a bit of a nerve turning up like that and I didn't 'tell' him anything. We had a fairly long civil conversation and then he went home. I would have liked to say No just to dent his bloody confidence." "But you didn't? Jenn asked hopefully. "That doesn't mean that my answer is Yes either. You'll have to wait at least until you have told me about last night and then you've still got to persuade me." Jenn prepared some lunch and it was not until we were relaxing afterwards that she began her story. "When I arrived across the road last night I was desperate to feel his cock and I expected Jason to grab hold of me straight away but he held me off and warned that his intentions were strictly dishonourable and that he didn't want any kind of involvement with me. He said, 'You are one of the most fanciable females I have ever met and I greatly desire to spend pleasurable time with you occasionally, but that's all.' I told him that if I had thought for one moment that he wanted more, I wouldn't be there." "The bastard," I swore. "No, he was doing the decent thing. He was making sure I wasn't going to fuck him in the hope of moving in. I told him, 'I don't want to lose my marriage because it is precious to me even though I may have ruined it already but I had to know if you can deliver what you promise, no matter what the risk.' He said that he certainly could deliver but possibly not that night. He explained, 'This first time I need to treat you like a delicate flower until you get used to me.' I asked what if this was to be the only time but he said he was positive I would manage to see him again, officially or unofficially." Jenn took a deep breath and said, "With all that settled I got hold of that gorgeous cock. I was prepared for the size but I didn't expect it to feel so hard and kind of alive. He kissed me and undid my buttons to feel my tits. A bit later he got his hand between my legs and put some fingers in me but I was too impatient to get my mouth on his wonderful penis, so I pulled away and knelt down. It was pure heaven because all my imaginings just couldn't compare with the reality. I licked and sucked it for ages but then he pulled me to my feet to go upstairs. It was funny being in the room that I had spend so long gazing into but then it struck me that you would also be able to see too so I asked Jason to switch out the light. You didn't want to watch, did you?" "Of course not," I said but was not at all certain that I meant it. A year ago I would have been very upset hearing my wife describe her sexual activity with another man but now I was feeling the twitches of arousal from just the little she had told me. Mighty Oaks Ch. 01 "The room went dark and I immediately regretted the lack of light because I really enjoyed looking at him. I wished that the light was still on even if you had been able to see everything. Anyway we got on the bed and he put his cock in me very slowly and gently. I felt terribly stretched but it was nice even though it hurt a bit. Over the next fifteen minutes Jason gradually picked up speed but then stopped to give me a rest. I said I would like to see him doing it to me so he opened the bedroom door and let light in from the landing." I kicked myself for abandoning my binocular vigil too soon but I knew I was going to allow Jenn to be with him again so all was not lost. "What position did you use? "I asked, to clarify the picture in my mind. "It was missionary to start and we continued with that when Jason got back on the bed but then we switched to doggie with me on all fours. Later we did cowgirl with Jas on his back and me sitting on him. I was able to pull myself up and down using that bar above the bed. As I said I was very conscious of the extra thickness but not so much the length of his cock because he was very careful not to push in too hard my first time. That's the main reason I want to see him again to find out what he's like at full power." Jenn took a breath and then said, "His cock never slipped out the way yours often does and that must be because it's so much longer." I had to ask the big question, "Did he make you cum?" "Dozens of times, I lost count of the number or orgasms but don't look depressed. He didn't lick me at all and you know how much I enjoy that. Perhaps he will next time." "Did you fuck all night?" Jenn grinned. "There wasn't all that much night left when we started but we kept fucking on and off until about four o'clock when we both fell asleep although I did spend a lot of time sucking and playing with his cock." I had run out of questions so I just sat assimilating all that she had told me. My wife was also silent until she said thoughtfully, "The strange thing is that I don't feel any different from how I was. I'm still the same person I was yesterday. I may have enjoyed a great deal of pleasure with him but I love you as much as ever and I still value our marriage. I only hope you feel the same way." I gave my answer by saying, "I've decided. You can go with Jason again, at least one more time." Jenn launched herself into my arms and smothered me with kisses but then jumped up and started pulling me to the stairs, telling me, "I had planned to take you to bed to persuade you but instead I intend to reward you for being such a wonderful, generous and understanding husband." Part way to the bedroom Jenn broke away and ran ahead tearing off her clothes and by the time I walked in she was lying naked on the bed with legs temptingly spread. Gazing wantonly up at me she said mischievously, "I forgot to mention, Jason fucked me again just before I came home so I hope you don't mind following where his cock has already been today but, in the circumstances, you don't have to do oral if you'd rather not." I was a raging furnace of desire with a penis that was painfully stiff and nothing could deter me from slaking my lust. Also as my oral skills were the only area where I might still have an edge, I did not intend to have that missing from any comparison between us, so I plunged my head between her thighs like the ravenous creature I had become. Close up to that perfect cunt I saw the effect of stretching straight away but with regard to taste I could detect no difference from that at the end of any normal busy day. Perhaps that was a disappointment. As for the sex, Jenn obviously felt that she had had her pleasure so devoted herself to ensuring that I had mine. Next morning we were like newlyweds and I hated risking the mood by mentioning her lover but still I made the request of my wife, "Please don't let Jason know straight away that I've agreed for you to see him again. I'd just like to make him sweat for a while." Jenn grinned and nodded. Although she had thoroughly enjoyed being seduced she was well aware that he had played her like a fish and I think she liked the idea of a small payback." I enjoyed having Jenn all to myself for the following days, especially the fact that I could do nothing wrong but I didn't want to push my luck so at the start of Thursday evening I told Jenn that she could spend Friday night with Jason, if he was free. I must also admit that I wanted to experience the excitement that I now acknowledged the previous weekend had given me. She immediately ran to the telephone to give him the good news but this time I could not hear what he said. This time she went across dressed to attract and carrying one of my better bottles of wine. After we had kissed at the door, on the point of leaving, Jenn told me that she needed the light on and had decided to ask Jason to draw the curtains. That was a blow because I was secretly banking on being able to see something this time. I tried not to give myself away but as my errant wife approached the gate I cracked and called after her, "Please don't draw the curtains." By the time I had run upstairs and retrieved the binoculars from the back bedroom Jason's door was just closing behind them so I settled down to wait, filled with anticipation. It was not long because my wife and her lover appeared far sooner than before and this time they were both already naked. Jenn moved forward but instead of climbing on the bed she leaned forward until her torso rested on the covers. He placed himself behind her and while one hand caressed her buttocks the fingers of his other hand were busy between her legs. (I was urgently adjusting the focus at this point and cannot give better detail.) When he gauged that she was sufficiently wet Jason plunged his oversized member into her waiting twat with little ceremony. Although I knew he had fucked her before this was the first time I had witnessed penetration of my wife and it had a profound effect on me but not the bad feeling that might be expected. But then Jason paused and, looking towards the window, raised his arm to give a thumbs up sign, obviously directed at me. I was mortified that he knew I was playing the voyeur and, overcome with shame, I leapt up and fled from the room. I went downstairs and poured myself a stiff drink but inevitably my feet soon took me back to that bedroom vantage point. When I got back they were in full swing but soon switched position with Jenn turning over on her back and quickly putting her legs over his shoulders. Jason continued to fuck with his feet still on the floor and that leverage allowed him to inflict an energetic pounding. After a time they shuffled round until they were lying the conventional direction in bed. This position was far less visually rewards for me because I could see little except his arse moving up and down but from the speed I guessed he was building to his climax. After he rolled off this seemed confirmed, when I convinced myself I could make out a splodge of cum between my wife's still parted legs. I gave a sigh of relief. Jason had not yet tried any oral and after ejaculating inside her it now seemed unlikely that he would do so that night. He outclassed me so greatly in the copulation department that it was reassuring to know one area still remained where I could give more pleasure than he. I noticed then and later that, although his cock did lose that rampant rigidity after ejaculating, it never really stopped being stiff. I was also impressed by how quickly he was ready to re-enter the fray. This in direct comparison to me because, after I cum my penis shrivels almost to nothing and it takes a good two to three hours before showing the slightest sign of further interest. They lay side by side kissing, with Jason lazily fondling her breasts and Jenn seemingly unable to leave his cock alone so I took the opportunity to slip downstairs and recharge my glass. Foolishly I took the bottle back up with me. During the next session I watch doggie style on the bed and side by side fucking where Jenn held one leg in the air. This was especially rewarding because I could observe every detail of how his cock enlarged her cunt as it forced a way in. However, my favourite position was when she was on top and riding him with her face towards the window because she sent a proud special smile across the road to me. After a time my vision became blurred with this matched by a fuzziness in my brain, so although I remained doggedly at my post, I can remember nothing clearly enough to relate. When Jenn got home next morning she was visibly glowing and very pleased with herself. "Did you enjoy it?" she asked but I limited myself to nodding because I had a grievance that I needed to voice. Failing to notice my reservation, my wife rushed on happily, "It's the first time I've ever been properly fucked and that includes last week. If you saw anything at all you'll know what I mean. His cock was going completely inside me and when he pushed it in at full force it almost sent me out of my mind. At times it felt as if it was almost in my throat but from the wrong end. Near the start I thought he was hitting bottom when two or three inches were still outside my cunt but then his cock suddenly seemed to break through into a whole new area. I can't think where it actually went but I don't care because it felt wonderful." "Why did you tell him that I was going to watch?" My wife looked at me guilelessly. "I didn't tell him, he guessed," she said but, seeing the doubt on my face, rushed on to explain, "While we were still downstairs, just being thoughtful, Jason suggested that as I preferred the light on he would dash up first and draw the curtains. I knew you didn't want that so asked him not to. He didn't say anything but he gave a big grin because it was pretty obvious why I didn't want the curtains to be closed." I smiled to show we were now on the same wavelength and asked, "Did you mind me watching and for that matter did he?" "I didn't mind at all, in fact I got an extra thrill knowing that you were seeing me being fucked. It was certainly better than thinking of you at home, worrying about what was happening to me. Jason is used to being watched. You won't believe this but he used to be a big porn star. He says he started off doing live sex demonstrations in seedy clubs but then got recruited into porn films. Pam was right when she thought he could be a film star but I don't think this is quite what she had in mind. Anyway, he's been working in Las Vegas for the last couple of years, until quite recently." "Why did he stop?" asked, easily understanding how Jason could star in that kind of employment. "Too many porn performers were becoming HIV positive so he quit and came back to this country. He's stayed celibate until he was 100% sure he was clear but now he wants to organise his own set-up." I may have given the impression that Jenn's affair was completely painless for me but that is not true. From that first time she crossed the road, only half dressed in her eagerness to be with another man, I have felt a deep-seated sense of loss. There certainly is pain but I choose not to add to the torment by dwelling on it. I was taught to always 'look on the bright side' and 'make the best of things' and that is what I have done by trying to derive a modicum of pleasure from my wife's activities. The truth is that, despite new undeniable excitements, I would have preferred that Jenn had remained faithful. Later that day, finding me sitting on the settee in pensive mood, Jenn popped herself down beside me and revealed that she too had been philosophising. "I always knew I had a very high sex drive just waiting to be unleashed," she confessed. "After the late start that I've mentioned before, just as I was all set to unleash it you came along and I knew I didn't want to lose you. The trouble was that I knew I'd have a hard job staying faithful and you are such a lovely man I felt certain you would forgive me if I did cheat, so that's why I made that vow, it was to protect you from my urges." I did not know quite what to say to that and I also suspected that she might be angling for a regular end of the week date with Jason so I told her she could see him every other Friday. To maintain the pretence that I was still in control, I added the stipulation, "If either of you can't make it on the proper day then the opportunity is lost because I don't want any rescheduling." Jenn was more than happy with this arrangement and left me in no doubt about that. Suffice to say that during the intervening time until their next 'big bang' my wife worked hard to make me feel as if I was the centre of her sexual world, even though we both knew that this was not exactly true. The unspoken but underlying message was that I was not losing out by sharing her. Even though he had already gained regular access to my wife's gorgeous body Jason continued his nightly naked exercising routine and Jenn and I often went in our front bedroom to watch, taking turns with the binoculars. Jenn explained that he was preparing himself for future porn activity. As if by sixth sense he seemed to know we were there and would give a cheerful wave. One night when he waved, on a whim, I switched our light on to show we were actually there. Unexpectedly Jason immediately beckoned for us to go over. As I seemed included in the invitation, I was very tempted because this was the perfect chance of a close up view should any sexual activity take place. I think I must have made an involuntary move to stand because Jenn put a hand out to restrain me. Although obviously very tempted herself she sensibly said, "If we go over now we'll never be away and then everything could very easily get out of hand." A couple of months passed during which Jenn spent three Friday nights across the road. I observed religiously but gradually found that the experience was having less impact on me. The first couple of occasions that I watched there had been moments when my heart was racing and other times when I found I was bathed in sweat but possibly it was inevitable that I would reach a point when I had seen everything before. All I know is that I became more and more aware of the limitations imposed by my remote participation. The main frustration was inability to hear, both what they said but more importantly those specials sounds generated by sex and passion. I had a sudden inspiration when remembering the phone call Jenn made to signal her surrender. The simple answer would be for her to take a mobile to her assignations and I would then listen on the speaker phone in the front bedroom when she rang just prior to the sex starting. My wife was not so enthusiastic about the idea. "I don't mind for me if it will make it better for you but I'm not sure Jason will want you to overhear everything he says to me." Just prior to departing for her next night of rampant sex across the road, Jenn said, "I'll ask Jason if he minds you listening to me getting fucked." I had seen Jenn place the mobile in her bag so I hopefully set up the speaker in readiness but disappointingly her expected call never materialised. However, next morning she told me Jason did not mind me listening as well as watching but he wanted to make some kind of deal with me first. "He's coming over to see you about it this afternoon," she said. Jason rang the bell shortly after lunch. I set out to let him in but Jenn beat me to it, so I was standing watching as they engaged in a prolonged kiss, with his big hands taking a firm grip on her bottom. When they finally came up for air, my wife gave me a big smile and said chirpily, "I'll leave you two alone for a while. Look for me upstairs if you need me." When we were both seated, clutching the customary beers, Jason began his spiel, "I know you get pleasure watching me and Jenn having sex and that makes it perfect because it means all three of us are getting something out of it. You could say we are all in it together. Your wife says that you miss the sound effects and that's understandable because I always say that it is the icing on the cake. I agree to remote listening but it means some inhibition on my part so I would like you to do me a favour in return. I would like your permission to make a film of Jenn and me fucking. You will of course get a copy." "I don't see why not," I said trying not to show my eagerness. I was going to get sound and now I had the bonus of the film to watch." "You do realise that I will want to put the film on the internet?" "Why the hell would you do that?" "Simple. I intend to start my own subscription porn site. I've already got a lot of material that I have rights to but it's all been shown before so I need something new and special to pull in the paying customers." "I don't like it, "I told him bluntly. "What if our neighbours visit those kinds of sites, not to mention all the people that Jenn works with? If she was recognised it would be bound to get out and very soon everybody would know what she did. That kind of stuff could ruin our lives." "What if I made sure that she couldn't possibly be recognised? Wouldn't you like Jenn to be a big star?" I decided then that I daren't risk our reputations but at the same time I didn't want to seem unreasonable and sour the current situation. "I will agree, "I said, "But only if you can disguise her so well that even I can't recognise her." Jason gave me one of his charming smiles. My conditions did not seem to have dented his confidence in the slightest." It's a deal," he said, "We'll have a test next Friday if that's OK with you. Send Jenn over mid afternoon because I'll have my full team in then. Don't worry, it's a no sex night, at least between your wife and I. There's a new girl just started working for me and I'm very tempted to put her through her paces." As per the arrangement the following Friday, walking across the road I felt that I was simply going through the motions. While confident that I could recognise Jenn anywhere I was rather curious about how they might have tried to conceal her identity. I rang the door bell and it was quickly opened by Jason wearing his usual friendly smile. He welcomed me in and I was led into the sitting room as he apologised for the fact that his makeup team were running a little late in the preparation of my wife. The room contained two settees set facing each other with a low glass topped standing between. Jason gestured me to one of the settees then walked across to a serving hatch into the kitchen and called, "Two coffees please Chantelle, quick as you can, one sugar in each." This let me know that Jenn must have told him about at least one of my preferences. We made neutral conversation for a few minutes with Jason doing most of the talking until a girl entered, carrying a tray with (rather puzzlingly) three mugs of coffee. At first glance she seemed even tinier than Jenn, this impression enhanced by short white ankle socks and oversized blue trainers. Her long hair was a rich auburn caught up in two bunches on top of her head and she had big beautiful brown eyes. It was obvious that Chantelle was exceptionally attractive so naturally I observed her with great attention as she served the beverages. Above the waist she wore a garment that did not extend below the bottom of her rib cage and was so exceedingly low cut on top that when she leaned forward, to put the tray on the table, her breasts were almost completely exposed and seemed on the point of leaping out towards me. They were gorgeous tits and although only about the same size as those of my wife they seemed significantly fuller. It was impossible to drag my eyes away and I knew that Chantelle was very aware of my admiring gaze. Mighty Oaks Ch. 01 The down side is that neither Jenn nor I are keen on bodily adornment and this otherwise lovely girl had the full set, from a large gem in her naval to three piercings in her right eyebrow and a large tattoo of a flower on her shoulder. This was of some kind of orchid with the tendrils shown curling round her upper arm. She also chewed gum continuously. However I have kept the best for last. She was wearing the briefest tightest denim hot pants I have ever seen, so tight that when she sat down opposite to me, with her legs indecorously parted, I could see the clear outline of her cunt. Hell it seemed that some of the coarse material had actually been pulled up inside her slit. Her tits had already got me aroused and now I found myself with a raging erection. Without touching his coffee, Jason muttered something about 'checking on the delay upstairs' and quickly departed leaving me alone with the nubile maiden. I tried manfully to drag my eyes away from that tempting crotch but, whilst I was still in thrall, speaking in an inner London accent, Chantelle asked, "Hey mister, is that a gun you've got in your pocket?" She didn't need to complete the famous Mae West quote; her laughing eyes did that for her. I mumbled my apologies but before I had uttered a single coherent word, Chantelle was round the table and crouched before me, her hand firmly squeezing my throbbing cock. "I like you," she said, "I sure hope I get to fuck you." In a calmer moment I might have noticed that her accent had strangely switched from cockney to mid Atlantic but I was in the grip of absolute panic. Even though Jenn had been fucked by Jason on six separate occasions and I had tacit agreement for my own marital freedom, I desperately didn't want my wife to walk in to find me sexually involved with this desirable girl. Grabbing Chantelle's wrist in both hands to try to pull her fingers away from my groin, I squirmed urgently away from her along the settee, imploring her to 'please leave me alone'. Suddenly she let go and sat back laughing, saying in Jenn's voice, "It's me silly." Then as I stared in disbelief, she crowed, "I didn't want you to have a heart attack but I was very tempted to rape you, you were so completely helpless." My embarrassment was compounded by the sound of laughter and I turned to see Jason and two of his people grinning at me through the serving hatch. Moments later Jason was sitting across from Jenn and I. He took a few sips from his coffee before asking, "So what's the verdict. If some of your neighbours and friends happened to see Jennifer on screen, do you think they might recognise her?" I was completely routed. "If you do this kind of job on her then no chance," I conceded. "So you are happy for Jenn to appear on screen with me." I wouldn't say I was happy but after this demonstration I had no grounds to object. "As long at it is just you and her involved." "And the cameraman." "Wait a minute, I don't like the thought of someone watching." "The man is a professional and all he does is film. I usually prefer two cameras but anticipating your objection I limited it to one," Jason argued but then, seeing my continued unease he leaned forward and said reasonably, "I could do it with a static camera but that wouldn't do your wife justice. I want to create a film that's not just porn, I want this film to be a tribute to her true beauty. What do you say?" What else could I say? I even told him that the number of cameramen was up to him. Jenn threw her arms about me and gave me a kiss that was a subtle mixture of passion and love. I was reluctant to release her but as we separated Jason said, "We can sort out the details later. Chantelle, why don't you go home with Mr Curtis and keep him entertained until his wife is finished upstairs?" I saw the mischief flash into my wife's eyes and the next instant she was back in character. She jumped up and started pulling me to my feet gushing, "Ooh Mr Curtis, what kind of entertainment do you fancy -- I used to be quite good at scrabble." We hurried home with that short walk being another test of her disguise. I half hoped that we would be observed and it spark rumours about how I had taken a young half naked female into my house while my wife was absent. We spent a tiring and exhilarating night that I won't dwell on here except to say that she played Chantelle throughout. However, next morning the nymphet had gone when Jenn woke me with a cup of tea. Mighty Oaks Ch. 02 Recap: A new man Jason starts work at the firm where a happily married wife works and she quickly becomes besotted by him. She manages to resist temptation until he suddenly leaves but shortly afterwards he reappears as her new neighbour directly across the road. Almost inevitably she eventually goes across to him with the reluctant permission of her husband, who vainly hopes this will get the other man out of her system. Jason reveals that he is an ex porn star and says that he wants to make a porn film starring himself and the wife to be shown on the internet. Her husband refuses to allow this, fearing that she will be recognised by neighbours or colleagues but agrees to withdraw his objection if she can be disguised enough to fool him. This is accomplished in a startling manner.. Chapter 02 from little acorns grow On the Monday morning, after Jenn had left for work, I was working on my PC when the door bell took me downstairs to find Jason waiting. "We'll be making the film on Saturday, if that's OK," he announced. "It will take most of the day so I won't expect Jenn to come across on the Friday as well. I should also mention that we will be in the rear of the house so there won't be anything for you to see." "Can I come and watch?" I requested. "Sorry, apart from one special situation, I've got a rule that no-one not involved can be on the set during filming. Much as I'd like to, I can't break that rule just for you," Jason told me regretfully. "What is that special situation?" I asked, hoping I might qualify. Without answering directly, Jason related the following anecdote. "I was doing a sex scene about three years ago. I'd already fucked this female three or four times, both on camera and off, but on this occasion her husband was present and it was the first time he had ever seen her with someone else. Now usually she was completely uninhibited but this time she was very conscious of him being there, constantly glancing at him, anxiously trying to gauge his reaction. It was priceless. No woman could act that convincingly but I'm very keen to capture something like that in one of my films." "Fortuitous for the filmmaker." Jason laughed. "Hardly because it wasn't at all what the director wanted. The whole days shooting was scrapped and we had to do it all again from scratch the next day, with her hubby left safely at home." After some more conversation, Jason invited me to see what he had done with his house. As we crossed the road he said, "You'll see why I said it was the perfect property. I wanted somewhere where I could create several apparently different locations for filming relatively easily." I knew he had workmen frequently visiting over the months but they had done impressive amounts of work, cutting ports in walls for camera access and special lighting. When not in use the gaps were easily concealed behind pictures. Less easily hidden were holes in the bedroom ceilings that allowed a cameraman in the loft a bird's eye view of the bed. There was a similar setup in the back garden where pulley wires allowed a camera to hover directly above the large hot tub. Walking round, even I could easily envision many different scenarios that could be enacted in the house. "I want my films to be believable and of a higher quality than the bulk of the stuff on the net. On a personal level I far prefer soft porn with a good sexual plot to a meat market succession of copulating bodies," Jason confided. "Some existing films do have a nominal introduction scene but I'm willing to spend ten minutes or more establishing a convincing impression of reality. I've devoted hours to reading erotic internet stories looking for ones that make a good believable film plot." I eventually left, reluctantly impressed by both the efforts Jason had put into his project and his future plans. He certainly had everything well thought out. That evening when she arrived home, I immediately told Jenn that her starring role was scheduled for the coming Saturday but she was not as excited as I expected. "I'm actually very nervous," she admitted. "I know I'm pretty damn good at sex but I'm not at all sure I can act." "Judging by Chantelle, you've got nothing at all to worry about," I told her, being dutifully reassuring but then I laughed and added, "Just as long as you stick to playing promiscuous little tarts." On Saturday just after lunch Jenn set off across the road. I knew that for the first couple of hours at least would be taken up with make-up so I was able to spend the afternoon in the garden, thinking of other things. That changed as the evening progressed because I found myself becoming more and more uncertain and jealous. That first time she had gone to Jason, although I could not see I knew what must be happening but now for the first time I was completely in the dark about what was taking place. It was the presence of other men in the shape of the two cameramen that was bothering me. I was envious that they were both able to appreciate all the close up views that I would love to see but that was not the whole problem. After working all day with a permanent erection, I did not know if cameramen expected an end of the day freebie as a perk of the job. Jenn was already an unfaithful wife so why did it matter if she did give quickies to two other guys? All I knew was that it did matter. It was totally illogical. I had to wonder if the only reason that I was so complacent about Jason regularly poking my wife was that I liked the guy so much myself. Jenn got home a little after midnight and flopped down on the settee to declare, "I'm absolutely exhausted. I've really enjoyed doing it but believe me, it's a completely different ball game to just fucking for pleasure. " "How many were there?" "Jason says that there are usually more people involved but for this filming there were just him and me working with Jim and Bob, the two cameramen. I could tell that the guys had worked with Jas before because there was a lot of laughing and joking right from the start. At first, when I stripped off, I was a bit embarrassed by them seeing my pussy and tits. It wasn't just shyness because they looked at my body quite blatantly, in fact one of them told me I'd got a million dollar cunt. Don't get the wrong impression because they turned out to be a pair of very nice guys -- the only trouble was that their cheeky remarks kept making me giggle at the wrong moment." This account did little to allay my doubts but I limited my questions to the content of the video. "I don't want to tell you anything about it because that will only spoil the impact when you first see it," Jenn told me. "Jason reckons that the editing will take a couple of weeks. He's invited some porn people to his house a week on Saturday for a big launch party. I'll have to be there but you will be getting a private copy of your own to watch while I'm out." This news only served to increase my unease but I managed to convince myself that it was only paranoia. From a positive point of view, I had Friday night with sound to look forward to and as for the film, my honest preference would be to be alone when I watched it for the first time. During the following week I noticed that the film making had subtly altered my wife. Throughout our marriage I have frequently told Jenn how special she is but, although enjoying the flattery, she has always taken my words with a pinch of salt. Now she seemed to believe the propaganda. The thing which sets models apart is that they always move as if having full awareness of their bodies and suddenly Jenn seemed to be in the process of acquiring the same trait. When Friday night came I found that there was a down side to being able to listen as well as look. Hearing the cries of passion and the wet sound of flesh slapping on flesh was certainly an enhancement to the experience but parts of the accompanying ambience were unsettling. Despite all the times I had watched Jenn and Jason committing the sex act together in different positions I had never imagined that they shared such a warm and easy familiarity. For example, right at the start Jason instructed, "Come on you delectable trollop, get your warm lips wrapped round my cock," and after she had eagerly complied he gave a long sigh of pleasure and told her," I've really missed your insatiable wet tongue." An even more disturbing exchange took place a while later when my wife was bent over the bed with Jason slowly fucking her from behind. "You're a right little whore, what are you?" he asked. "I'm a right little whore," she told him proudly. "What are you a whore for?" "I'm a whore for big fat cocks, especially yours," Jenn replied, thrusting herself passionately back against him. There were two inescapable conclusions. The first that this was a small well practiced ritual and the second, that they had at least discussed Jenn opening her legs for further men. Next day I asked my wife about the 'being a whore for big fat cocks' remark and she was very annoyed by the question. "It was just said for effect," she snapped. "There certainly wasn't the fucking meaning that you want to read into it. Please don't make me regret letting you listen in." I of course apologised, Jenn's flash of temper quickly passed and the week progressed as usual with me being pleasantly rewarded for being so 'understanding'. When the weekend grew close, my excitement grew intense at the prospect of soon watching the film starring my wife and although she was also on edge, her excitement was probably split between seeing the result of her efforts and the promised launch party. Jenn spent most of Saturday afternoon in the bedroom and when walking across the road that evening, she looked like a million dollars. Cars started turning up across the road with some parking in Jason's garden and others out on the road. I was just settling down to study the new arrivals when a black guy dressed as a courier came to my door to deliver a small DVD sized package and from that moment nothing mattered except getting it onto the screen. The film opened with the camera looking down into a typical suburban sitting room. The very attractive wife is shown sitting with legs curled under her at one end of a long settee, idly looking along a row of paperbacks on an adjacent occasional table. Her husband, a slim man with parted hair and wearing glasses, is seated in an armchair flicking through a paper detailing TV programs. I was already puzzled because I was not yet convinced that the female was Jenn and the guy very obviously was someone other than Jason. He says 'There's not a damn thing on TV', to which she replies, 'There never is'. They sit in silence for a full minute more and then the phone rings. He stands and moves to pick up the telephone hand set from a table at the other end of the settee. There is a short conversation with someone he addresses as 'Howard', at the end of which he tells his wife, "That was my boss. There's some sort of emergency at work and I've got to go back in." He puts on a jacket and leaves. We get a good look at the wife for the first time. She has shoulder length blonde hair and is wearing a simple summer dress buttoned down the front. Left alone she selects a book then proceeds to make herself comfortable but she has barely started to read when the door bell rings. Making a gesture of irritation she slips on a pair of high heels and goes to answer it. A tall good looking male wearing a smart suit is waiting outside. Recognising the visitor the woman says, "You're too late Howard, Terry just left." "I know, I watched him drive away," Howard says, "I thought I'd keep you company while he's gone." There is a close up of Jenn's face as she gives him a cool look and says, "Just because I sucked your cock at the party doesn't mean I'm going to let you to fuck me." The close up switches to Howard as, completely unabashed he gives her a full blast of Jason charm and says, "I rather got the impression that you might like a bit more of what I've got to offer." Focus back on Jenn. Her face breaks into a mischievous smile and she tells him, "You could very easily be right." The camera follows as they walk along the hall together. Even by this early stage I was very impressed by my wife's acting ability. Just inside the room they halt for a prolonged session of deep kissing during the course of which Howard unbuttons the top of her dress and she takes the opportunity to explore the front of his trousers. Gradually they edged towards the settee and when close enough Jenn sits down, undoes his zip and with some difficulty extracts his very stiff cock. Then follows an erotic demonstration of her oral skills, during which it's easy to see that the pleasure on her face is very real. It was at this point that I first saw evidence of there being more than one camera in use. By this time both her dress and bra had gone leaving her wearing nothing but a G-string and for the first time the sheer perfection of her body was captured on film. Howard makes her reluctantly surrender his cock and then pushes Jenn back until she was lying on the seat of the settee. He then grasps her G-string and she obligingly lifts her buttocks allowing him to pull the garment clear. Jenn was now completely naked and lying with her thighs nicely parted allowing the camera zoomed in for a lingering larger than life close up of her hairless vulva. It was easy to imagine the new lover gazing in awe at the sight. I have spent countless hours worshipping that divine slit but even my mouth watered and I could easily imagine the effect on any red blooded male fortunate enough to view the video. Howard (Jason) was not immune. His head moved forward to enjoy the oral treat that he seemed to have denied himself thus far. Even so he did not persevere for much more than a couple of minutes and I suspect his only motive was to supply the lubrication that might otherwise be missing. He pushed his huge penis inside her welcoming cunt very slowly with every second shown in graphic close up with the angle, clarity and detail far better than anything I could achieve with binoculars from across the street. For me this was the most powerful sequence in the whole production. Then followed some energetic fucking during which Jenn enjoyed several orgasms that I don't think anyone could believe were faked. After a brief rest they adopted a new position with Jenn standing but leaning forward with her hands supported by the back of the settee and him fucking her from behind. However, after only a few thrusts the telephone rang. The couple edge a couple of steps sideways then Jenn drops a knee on the seat of the settee to reach across for the phone. After a couple of sentences she looks over her shoulder and mouths the words, "It's Terry." During the ensuing conversation Howard continues to fuck with slow steady strokes and the camera alternates between a close-up of her talking and a long shot of the ongoing sex. She asks, "How long after midnight?" and on her husband's unheard reply she says, "In that case I'll certainly be in bed before you get home." Howard must see some significance in this because he gives an extra hard thrust causing her to cry out. To the phone she explains, "I nearly spilled my drink," then in answer to another question tells him, "Right at this moment I'm in the middle of a good book," He mishears because she laughs and says, "I said 'A good book', B O O K, you've got a dirty mind." The exchange ends with her saying, "I'm always good," and "I love you too." Having replaced the receiver she collapses in a fit of giggles as her husband's employer bursts into a fast flurry of fucking. Along with everyone seeing this I enjoyed a snigger at the expense of the gullible husband (with the irony of my own situation completely escaping me). They decide to go to bed and there is a nice sequence of the camera following Jenn upstairs giving a penis eye view of her naked retreating buttocks. On the bed there is a session with Jenn riding him that I particularly enjoyed and the final sequence was of power fucking in the missionary position. He ejaculates inside her and after he rolls clear the camera tracks in for a tight close up of his copious cum oozing out of her enlarged but satisfied cunt. The film ends with them both enjoying post coital relaxation. Howard says, "I'm sending your hubby to France for a couple of days next week if you fancy more of this." Her enthusiastic answer is, "I can't wait," upon which Howard laughs and says, "I hope Terry likes travelling because he's going to be visiting a whole lot of countries this year." I watched the video three times in succession and eventually went to bed both physically and emotionally exhausted. Jenn did not disturb me when she slipped in beside me at some undisclosed hour of the early morning. Next morning we both slept late. I was happily envisioning a lazy Sunday with lots of time to talk about the film and hear what happened at the premiere but Jenn had other ideas. "Quickly grab something to eat, have a shave then get yourself ready because Jason is expecting us both across the road. He's got a business proposition for you." "What kind of proposition?" "I do know but I've promised not to say anything," my wife told me her eyes sparkling with excitement. "The faster you get ready then the sooner you'll know." We have never been a touchy-feely couple in public but as we crossed the road Jenn reached out to hold my hand and I had to wonder at the significance of that. Jason greeted us cheerfully then led us to an office suitable for the chief executive of an international corporation. This seemed rather over the top until I realised that the office would undoubtedly double as a film set. When we were sitting comfortably, looking only at me, Jason began his speech. "I hesitated to approach you until I knew whether my plans were going to fly but after last night I'm pretty sure that they will. I don't know why I doubted because, as I mentioned to you, I seemed to have been blessed with exceptional good fortune from the start. I track down my perfect woman only to find that the perfect house is just across the street and available. Now I discover that the exact man needed to tie everything together happens to be married to that same woman." I was totally lost and hoping that he would not continue to talk in riddles. I need not have worried because in his next sentence Jason stated precisely what he wanted. "I would like you to create a web site for me, one with sufficient bandwidth to carry a lot of traffic. I know that is what you do professionally but in addition I would like you monitor the site for me and handle the whole financial subscription side." "I'll happily give you a quote for setting up a site but I haven't got too much experience of the other stuff you want," I said cautiously. "Please wait until you have heard my full proposal and in the meantime think how you would like to take a small gamble," Jason said confidently. "In short I want you and Jenn to become my partners. If you prefer I will pay you for the work you do but if you are prepared to wait and take a share of the profits it could be worth many times as much to you. There will just be us three, Jenn gets 20%, you get 20% and I receive the remaining 60%. Your wife is going to be the face of the site and you provide operational expertise. I get the lions share because I put up the finance, I both organise and perform and I will do the bulk of directing. If you don't think that's fair then we can discuss it." There was nothing to discuss because it was a fantastic offer. I knew exactly how much some web sites could earn and the chance of getting a slice of that for no financial outlay was unbelievable. All my wife and I put at risk was time and effort. We quickly shook hands, signed some legalistic documents and then broke open a bottle of good Champagne. Mighty Oaks Ch. 02 Later, back home, I did have my chance to enthuse about the film. Jenn literally glowed from my praise, saying, "Everybody loved it and I did look rather good didn't I? When my pussy filled the screen near the beginning, I wanted to lick it myself." Even later still I said, "Tell me about last night." "It was all porn people with most of them having sites of their own. Jason made a lot of deals on reciprocal links and clips and there was some promised loan of material," Jenn reported. "After everybody had viewed my film and given their opinions they all left except for six and four of them are well known stars in the business. The party went on until quite late with just this few." "Describe them." "There was a rather swarthy Spanish looking guy with tattoos called Renaldo, he's very tall and said to have a huge cock. The first black guy Duane was very black and wears glasses but the other one called Paul was light skinned with a moustache. There was also a really beautiful dark haired girl named Donna and two teenage blondes who are desperate to get into films. I really liked Donna and at one point she and I had a mutual admiration society going. They've all promised Jason first call on their services and he especially wanted me to meet them because he says I'll be working with them all at some point." Something she had said jarred in my mind but I couldn't put my finger on it. While I was still pondering, Jenn changed the subject saying excitedly, "I've seen the script for my next film. In it I'm married to a political candidate but I get caught shop lifting in a posh dress shop. Renaldo is going to be the shop owner and he blackmails me into doing all sorts of stuff so my husband won't be ruined by the scandal." "Wait a sodding minute," I almost shouted, "I put up with you sleeping with Jason because he is kind of special but I definitely don't want any other men fucking you." Jenn looked at me almost without comprehension. "But I'm a porn star now. I've got to do it with whoever it says in the script. You signed the agreement. Why else do you think I'm getting 20%?" When you think about it it's not really sex, its work." "I don't give a fuck what I signed, I categorically refuse to let you open your legs for any more men, especially this Renaldo, I don't like the sound of him at all." My wife went suddenly quiet and her face reddened slightly. "What don't I know," I asked calmly. "I did it with Renaldo last night." "Why?" "It was just the way things worked out," Jenn answered lamely. "When everyone else left it was obvious that the party was going to end with us pairing off for sex. I assumed I would be with Jason but he said he wanted to catch up on old times with Donna and told me to pick one of the other guys. I rather liked one of the black men but Jason remembered that I haven't ever tried black and he wants to get my first time on film. That only left Renaldo. Jas said it was a good opportunity for me to get to know Renaldo before we start on the film." I did not know what to say and Jenn took advantage of the silence to go on, "I just don't understand you. I would have thought Jason should be the one to be bothered about because I do have feelings for him. I'm not talking love or anything like that but I am very fond of him. I like being with him as a person. Some of the people I'll be having sex with I might not even like. I don't particularly care for Renaldo but he still made me cum loads of times during the couple of hours we were doing it." "I don't like it," I told her but my tone of voice signified defeat. "Then you'll just have to sort your mind out and make the best of it," Jenn told me unsympathetically. "There's so much to do. It won't be a matter of a day's filming once a fortnight, I'm going to be busy lots of evenings and every weekend for at least a couple of months. I'm actually thinking of taking two weeks holiday so that I can do it full time. You will be very busy setting up his web site so you shouldn't miss me all that much." Despondency overtook me as I wondered how I had let myself sleepwalk into this situation. "Cheer up," my wife said brightly. "Jason thought you might get a bit depressed so he's made some suggestions you might like. He sticking to his rule about people on set but there's no reason that you can't be there as a cameraman. It only takes a days training. He still won't want you filming me, at least not at first, but Chloe and Debbie the blonde teenagers are doing a kiss and lick girl thing together that you could be on as third camera." Despite myself I could see the appeal in that idea. Following up her advantage my wife went on to say, "I can't say I'm happy for you to have sex with other women but it's only fair that you should, so if you get lonely with me across the road all the time, the blondes could come over sometimes to keep you company. It could be Chloe one night and then Debbie later in the week." Jenn gave a laugh and added, "Or they could even come across together -- I hear that they like doing that kind of threesome." I smiled. "Perhaps things will work out. It's just that everything is suddenly happening so fast and I'm desperately afraid of loosing you." "That's silly, Jenn cried throwing her arms round me. "I love you as much as I ever have, that is the one thing that hasn't changed. We just have the chance of an adventurous new life with the possibility of making a great lot of money. I'd like to get out of insurance and just make films. I could even get famous and I don't mean just doing X rated stuff, you would be amazed how many female film and TV personalities started off in porn." That last sentence killed it for me. This had started with my wife's infatuation with an almost godlike male, a reaction to him that I could almost understand. I had felt that if I didn't give my permission then it was almost inevitable that she would be driven to go with him behind my back, so I had reluctantly given her a freedom chitty. It was a bonus to find that I was getting pleasure from her affair and I was not too unhappy with the situation but suddenly it had switched to a whole new playing field. Stepping back I held Jenn at arms length and studied her face. She had a sort of glow and that fraught look she had had while still yearning had disappeared completely, she seemed very happy but something had changed in the face that I had loved for so long and knew so well. Suddenly I recognised what I could see, it was raw ambition. In my wife sparkling eyes I could that she was already visualising seeing her name in lights. This was no longer a simple detour in our marriage, a waiting period until her illicit passion had passed, Jenn was intent on a new way of life, apparently no longer satisfied with the contentment we had always enjoyed. Jason was no longer the prime factor and it wasn't even the sex because I realised that my wife was prepared to fuck innumerable men if it helped her reach her goal. "It has got to stop; I withdraw my permission, "I said firmly, I don't want you involved in making any more porn films." "But you can't," Jenn protested, her face a mask of incomprehension. "What's going to stop me?" "You signed." "I signed a meaningless bit of paper just to legitimise your fling with Jason, I never dreamed that it was going to suddenly switch into a full scale porn industry." "It was a legal binding document," Jenn said angrily, "What the hell did you think all that financial stuff was about." "I didn't take it seriously. I was prepared to set up a web site for nothing just to help out but I never for one moment thought I'd make any money out of it." "That's silly," she immediately protested, "You've obviously got no idea how much sites are worth. There are millions of people on the internet with hundreds of thousands willing to pay a subscription for something they want to see. Jason has shown me all the projected figures. The average subscription is £30 per month. Suppose that we got 2000 subscribers, and that's very modest, that would give income of £60,000 every month. Say 30,000 for costs and paying the actors and that would mean 12,000 for us, a lot more than our current income combined." "I don't care," I said stubbornly, "I still want you out of it and back to being my fulltime wife." My wife didn't reply immediately and I knew she was studying my face. Eventually she asked, "What changed? Up to today you seemed almost as enthusiastic as I am." "Ronald or whatever his fucking name is changed things," I said angrily. "You opening your legs for a different man changed things. I'd got used to you going with Jason and I was prepared for films showing the pair of you screwing to be put on the internet but I can't contemplate you having sex on film with countless other men." Jenn nodded understandingly. "It was wrong," she admitted, "I should never have let Renaldo do me. My only excuse is that I was taken by surprise when I was all caught up in the euphoria of the occasion. I promise that, apart from Jason, I will never have sex off camera again." "That's not good enough," I told her, "What about sex with other men on camera?" "But that's not real sex, we do the act so it is real but it's not like the sex between you and me and I don't mean the absence of love," Jenn said patiently. "It's all stopping and starting, taking breaks for ten minutes and then trying to carry on from the point where you stopped. Can you imagine just starting to build up a nice rhythm when somebody says to stop and do the last bit again, 'but this time hold your leg at a tighter angle so that the camera can zoom in on your cunt and get a close-up of the action'? It really is hard work rather than pleasure." I found that I could appreciate what my wife was saying and for a moment was somewhat mollified but then another thought jumped and bit me, causing me to say angrily, "Jason knew that I was going to be a part of the team before I signed that fucking document so why the hell wasn't I invited to the launch party, instead of just being given the film to watch by myself?" "It's simple," Jenn said confidently, "Both Jason and I thought you would prefer to see me on screen for the first time without lots of others watching your reactions." The answer was glib, too glib and I felt there was something else. "Is that the only reason?" Jenn blushed and started to stammer but then, avoiding my eyes she said, "If you had been at the party it would have made an odd number and there wasn't enough time to rustle up another girl." "Any other reason?" I asked, still not convinced. "You don't want to know." I could tell by her entire demeanour that Jenn desperately wanted me to drop the subject but some perverse need seem to drive me on. "Tell me," I ordered. I was obvious from my wife's face that, at that moment, she was wishing she could be anywhere else in the world rather than facing me. "Ok," she said resignedly, "I wanted to spare you the embarrassment of being naked with four other guys and all of them having cocks so much larger than yours. It's my fault. Jason was all ready to rope in another girl. He thought is would be extra encouragement for you to sign but I was sure that it would have the opposite effect. That's why I suggested giving you the film instead." "You really think that I'm so insecure?" "It's not that so much as the behaviour of others. I know that Jason wouldn't but the other three guys might have started rubbing their big cocks in your face." There was a brief pause and then, with a face turned scarlet, she said, "I didn't mean that literally." Seeing the confusion on my lovely wife's face I couldn't help chuckling. Realising the humour, Jenn quickly joined in and it almost turned into the kind of laughter that it is difficult to stop. By the time that we calmed down, all the tension between us had evaporated. Holding my hand in hers, after taking a deep breath, Jenn said quietly, "This film making is something that I would really like to do but not at the risk of losing your love, so tomorrow morning I'll talk to Jason and see if he can come up with some kind of compromise. I hope he can overcome your objections but if not I will hand back our shares and pack it all in. I'll even stop seeing Jason altogether in case talking to him makes me regret giving it up." I reminded her that tomorrow was Monday and that she would be at work but not to be deterred, Jenn said, "Then I'll go across now, it's still only nine o'clock. I watched her cross the street with very mixed feelings. On the one hand there was the possibility of extracting us from the whole film thing but I felt sure that Jason would be fucking her for the rest of the evening when I had been hoping to reclaim her after her Sunday encounter with the guy Renaldo. To my great surprise she was back little more than ten minutes later. "Jason is sorry to hear about your reservations and he's coming to see you tomorrow morning to see if he can sort out your worries," she reported. Jason came earlier than expected, taking me by surprise, and I found him on the doorstep when I answered the bell. He was smiling but his good natured face seemed more serious than I had ever seen him before. He followed me in and it was not until we were sitting in opposite chairs, each clutching the customary cold beers that either of us spoke. "I owe you a massive apology," he said. This immediately puzzled me because I couldn't think what he had done to harm me. I searched for an appropriate response but had no need because he continued, "Jenn tells me that you want to pull out of our filming agreement and I think I know why. It's all my damn stupid fault. You are upset about her sleeping with Renaldo, am I right?" I could only nod because the bile surging up from my guts prevented speech. "I understand completely. On screen Renaldo is magnificent, especially if the role calls for a dominant persona which is why I was so eager to have him in my team but in private his personality leaves a lot to be desired. Renaldo's problem is that he believes the propaganda and thinks that he's far more special than he really is and that makes him both arrogant and demanding. My crass mistake was to put Jenn with him. I deliberately engineered the situation. I had no intention of casting Jenn with other men for a very long time, if ever, but I was curious to know how easily she would bed a guy other than me, and of course you. "That's exactly the reason that I changed my mind," I confirmed. "From what happened at the party, I got the impression that Jenn was going to be passed from man to man in different films. For some reason I don't feel any angst about her having sex with you but other men are a very different matter." Jason looked relieved. "My trouble is that my mind is so tied up with the film enterprise and making projections for the future that I've overlooked the bleeding obvious. I want to apologise again most sincerely but I'm hoping that you will now feel able to overlook my foolishness and cancel your objections." I shook my head. "I'm sorry, what you have just told me has answered all my reservations but what happened at the party has made me have second thoughts about the whole film thing. I'm quite happy for Jenn to continue coming over to see you by yourself as she has been doing but I don't want any more film stuff." Jason was very obviously disappointed but instead of speaking immediately he sat pondering the situation for several minutes. Finally he said, "I understand completely so I'm not going to argue but can I ask you just to hold back on your final decision for a couple of weeks. I should stress that during that fortnight Jenn won't be involved in anything and I'll be so busy that I doubt if I will have time to see her privately either. Can I ask that you go along with my training plan and get a better understanding of all that's involved in making a film before you decide? I can't hide the fact that if both you and Jenn pull out it will inconvenience me more than I like to think but you mustn't let that be a consideration." It felt like a victory so I could afford to be magnanimous. "That sounds fair;" I told him, "What exactly have you got planned for me?" My wife's friendly seducer relaxed, sinking deeper into his chair. "If you agree I would like you to undergo the training in camera operation as if we were continuing the original arrangement. I thought Friday for that and it will take all day, then on Saturday you'll be putting that knowledge to the test with some live filming. You will shoot some footage but mainly you'll be in observer mode, watching the other two cameramen seeing how everything works. We'll be shooting part of the teenage lesbo flick with Debbie and Chloe." "I like the sound of that," I told him with a grin on my face. It's even better than that my friend," Jason informed me, wearing an even broader grin. "On Thursday afternoon the two girls will be coming over to your house to rehearse their parts. You'll be able to watch them and even join in when they finish. The serious reason for this is to acclimatise you to the sight of naked female flesh so that you will be less distracted while operating a camera but there's no reason why you can't enjoy yourself." For a brief moment I had the pleasure of visualising this forthcoming treat but then a sudden thought killed it. Jason was waiting for this and quickly jumped in with the information, "Don't worry about Jenn, it was actually she who suggested it. She hopes you might see this as evening the score between you." I didn't know quite what to say to that, so to fill the silence I asked, "What film are you shooting at the moment." It was the right question because with his voice filled with enthusiasm he said, "It's basically a fuck fest with Donna and the two black guys. She goes clubbing and starts dirty dancing with Duane, they hit it off and then head off to his place. They spend some time getting hot and sweaty and then the first guy's flatmate turns up unexpectedly. It doesn't take long for him to get in on the action and the film will go on to include spit roasting and hopefully a bit of DP. The script doesn't sound much but I'm confident that I can make it into a very hot film." I said something, I don't remember what, but it prompted Jason to add, "I was thinking of adding a cuckold dimension. Say, have Donna arrive at the club with a guy playing her husband. We could splice in some shots of the husband watching the pair dancing and another of him standing forlornly in the car park as they drive away in the black guy's car. What do you think?" "If the original is as good as you think it will be isn't that additional bit rather unnecessary," I ventured cautiously. "You may be right," Jason agreed, "But in this game you learn to cater for all kinds of audiences." The conversation stalled at that point and Jason left soon after, shaking my hand enthusiastically before he did so. The rest of the day I spent doing market research on porn sites, noting features that all had in common but taking special notice of ways that some had chosen to differently. I had decided that even though it was likely that I would still pull the plug after the agreed two week delay, it would do no harm to spend the time knocking up an at least rudimentary web site for Jason. When Jenn got home from work, I had as usual prepared an appetising meal for us to share. Her first words through the door were to enquire if Jason had visited. I confirm that he had, that my final decision was to be delayed for two weeks and that I was still going to be trained as a cameraman. For some reason I failed to mention that the two girls were going to have a rehearsal our house and she made no reference to it either, even though Jason had claimed that it was her idea. Mighty Oaks Ch. 02 Over the next two days not a single mention was made of filming, as if we were both taking care to avoid the subject. As she set off for work on the Thursday morning, Jenn told me to 'have a good day' but her tone of voice was no different to any other day. However, as she turned away and stepped out the door, I'm sure that I spotted a small secret smile on her face. That left me to wait for the afternoon and I must confess that my excitement was such that I was incapable of doing any meaningful work. When the doorbell rang just before two o'clock, I almost tripped over myself in my eagerness to open the door. Debbie and Chloe were standing on the doorstep with big smiles on their pretty faces. If I had to describe them in one phrase it would be 'bursting with life'. They were dressed identically in school uniform, a short pleated tartan skirt, white blouse with a red tie and white ankle socks. Debbie was the taller of the two by around a couple of inches and had possibly the fuller figure but it was hard to believe that either of them had reached the legal age. The two girls followed me into the living room and then stood looking round, I surmised that they were deciding which part of my layout had the most similarity to the film set they would be working on. Having apparently made a decision Debbie stepped forward and placed her schoolbag on the arm pf the settee. Unfortunately she had put it down carelessly because it immediately slipped off the side and dropped to the floor. I would have walked round to retrieve it but Debbie simply placed her left knee on the seat of the settee and bent right over the arm, exposing an expanse of white panty tightly stretched over her delightfully rounded buttocks. A small damp patch on the crotch of the panties hinted that she had been wet before even arriving at the house. She did not immediately grab her bag and spring back but remained in that position for a long time, as if searching for some elusive item in the bottom of the bag. I stood frozen, as if petrified, unable to take my eyes from the delectable sight. The moment was broken when Chloe made the suggestion, "You can get up Debs, I think that you've got his attention," then looking pointedly at the tented front of my trousers, she went on, "And I think you should know that our boy gets excited very easily." On cue Debbie stood back up and gave me a cheeky grin but when she spoke her voice was businesslike. "Have you read the script?" When I admitted that I hadn't she gave me a quick synopsis, saying, "Well Chloe and I get home from school to an empty house because my mother and step father won't be home for hours, so we take off our clothes and start doing things to each other, (that's the bit we're just going to rehearse). Anyway my step-father turns up, catches us at it and threatens to tell my mother unless we both suck his cock. Renaldo is playing my step dad and I'm really looking forward to that bit. He finishes up fucking me but just as he finishes my mother comes in, gets angry, and bashes him on the head with her handbag. He then rushes out of the room with all of us throwing things at him." Debbie's obvious enthusiasm for the project was infectious and it was obvious that the film would have a lot more potential than the simple Lesbian teaser I was expecting. Thinking that they were about to start rehearsing I sat myself down in an armchair but the girls were not happy with that. Declaring that I needed to much closer they helped me manhandle the chair much nearer to where they action was to take place. They started quite subtly with just gentle fleeting touching but soon they were kissing with plenty of evidence of tangling tongues. Then followed a nice sequence when they took it in turns to undo a single button on the other girl's blouse, with short episodes of tonsil tickling following each such action. I found this so erotic to watch that I would have been happy for them to continue with just that for the rest of the afternoon. Eventually the blouses were shrugged to the floor, revealing white frilly bras. Those garments were easily disposed of but they did build a bit of teasing ritual into the act. Once completely naked from the waist up both turned and posed for me, side by side and with their arms above their heads. Finally they moved to face each other and, standing close, they shimmied their upper bodies causing those gorgeous thrusting tits rub against each other. I was in a dream. Up to this point they had remained standing but now they sat down and turned to face each other, wearing only skirts, panties and socks. Thus far everything was very convincing but now it changed. The mutual caressing and kissing acquired a stylised quality and the deliberate coy glances cast in my direction seemed somehow false. Unable to stop myself, I told them, "I don't think Jason is going to be happy if you're like this on film because even to me it doesn't seem real." Both girls immediately started to laugh with Chloe explaining between giggles, "We're hamming it up for you silly, we thought you might like it. There's no reason for us to rehearse because Debbie and I have been doing exactly this for most of the past year. Coming over here was entirely for your benefit." "So you really are lesbians and not just pretending for the camera?" I said bluntly. "Mainly we prefer girl on girl," Debbie told me seriously, "But neither of us are going to refuse a nice thick cock occasionally, because that's a different kind of pleasure. The main trouble with guys is that they often shoot off too soon, usually at the worst possible moment, but other females have never left me hanging like that." At this point I must throw in a commercial for youthful flesh. The skin of both girls had a sheen or perhaps it might better be described as a glow. Without the slightest sign of sag their breasts thrust proudly out, topped by seemingly permanently erect nipples and areolas that were neither brown nor pink but a vivid vibrant red. Their breasts looked so fresh and new that had the girls sat unmoving on the settee, I could happily have gazed at them for hours. But sitting still was not on their agenda. In almost synchronised fashion the two girls quickly shed their skirts leaving them in just white socks and panties after which Chloe threw herself backward on to the seat of the settee. With her arms behind the backs of her knees she pulled her thighs up against her tits. Debbie quickly dropped to her knees in front of her and reaching forward pushed the crotch of her panties aside, uncovering the younger girl's hairless slit. Using the thumbs from both hands she then pulled the lips of Chloe's vulva apart to reveal a sight that was reminiscent of the raw redness of a ripe fig with a quarter section cut out. I would have liked to linger, savouring that vision for a while but too soon Debbie plunged her pointed pink tongue into the waiting feast. Even so I had to swallow hard to rid my mouth of the sudden influx of excess saliva. I enjoyed watching several minutes of oral excess with the audio accompaniment of squeals from Chloe and Debbie's moans. This was my area of expertise so, apart from the visual pleasure, I was taking careful note, hoping to pick up tips. I reasoned where better to learn new techniques than watching two lesbians enjoying each other. Actually, Debbie did nothing outside my own repertoire except that she seemed to bite Chloe's clitoris far harder than I had ever dared do with Jenn. After a while Chloe started to squirm round, obviously wanting to reciprocate but instead of complying Debbie jumped up and adroitly removed both her own and the other girl's panties before carefully positioning them both lying along the settee in a sixty-nine. Anybody watching just me might have assumed that I was attending a tennis match because my head was constantly switching from one end to the other. My cock was so stiff that it was actually painful and I knew that pre-cum had made a small wet patch on the front of my trousers. I think that I must have become partially hypnotised by the action in front of me because I was quite startled when Debbie suddenly jumped up to retrieve a large pink, flexible double headed dildo from the schoolbag. The two girls then spent some time doing mock fellatio on both ends of the toy, until it was nicely lubricated, at which point they carefully inserted it into each other. My eyes were so tightly glued between their legs that at first I didn't notice that Debbie was beckoning me. On catching my attention she said, "You can come a lot nearer to us, come as near as you like. There only two rules, the first is no touching and the other is that you must make a square with the forefinger and thumb of both hands and only look through that. We need to get used to the camera poking in real close, it will be good practice for that and you need to practice just thinking about your camera angles and not lusting after what you're filming." Over the next twenty minutes I watched them in three different positions. In the first they were facing with legs entwined, for the next they were back to back on all fours, bouncing their delectably rounded bottoms together as they fucked. Finally, they were lying on their sides, facing in opposite directions, with their legs in interlocking V formation. I calculated that this was the position in which they would achieve maximum penetration. Again I was so engrossed in the action that I was taken by surprise when the two suddenly broke apart and sat side by side on the settee, both with knees demurely together and big grins on their faces. "It's your turn now," Debbie told me with a sparkle in her eye. I felt a great thrill of excitement but, unsure quite what to do I stayed in my seat. "Aren't you going to get your kit off," Chloe prompted, "You can't expect us to do everything." I quickly jumped to my feet, almost getting entangled in my eagerness and quickly shed my clothes then, obeying the once more beckoning finger, I walked forward until I was standing just in front of them. Neither girl spoke and I felt a flush of embarrassment as both critically appraised my genitalia. "I was hoping for something a little larger," Debbie admitted. "It might be bigger by the time we've finished sucking it," Chloe opined hopefully. "On second thoughts, it's actually a perfect mouthful for sucking just as it is," said Debbie, "At least I won't have to worry about it trying to get down my windpipe every few seconds." "So how are we going to divide him up, who goes first, that kind of thing?" Chloe wondered. "I'm easy, have you any preference?" "Not really, there's no reason for us to take turns, one of us can suck his cock and the other can give his balls a tongue bath," Debbie suggested. "Good idea but which of us gets which part of him?" "I haven't really got a preference, Have you?" "Why don't you toss a coin?" I suggested desperately. You must appreciate, intensely aroused by their performance, I was standing totally exposed, with my rigid cock sticking up at a forty-five degree angle in front of the two naked nubile nymphs and I was terribly afraid that I might ejaculate without even touching myself if something didn't happen soon. (Later the pair admitted that they had been deliberately winding me up with their indecisive routine.) "Silly me, I forgot to bring any loose change with me how about you, or maybe Alan has a coin in his trousers if he can remember where he left them." By the time she finished saying this, Chloe could no longer control her giggles. Both girls jumped up to grab an arm apiece then adroitly turned me round and pushed me down until I was lying on my back, where they had been just a moment before. To clarify, I had my head pushed up by the back of the settee and with my cock and balls slightly overhanging the front edge of the seat. I closed my eyes in anticipation of the pleasure to come but had to open them again when Debbie warned, "Don't you dare cum too soon. I've got a riding crop in my schoolbag and that will be the entertainment if you let us down." The next moment someone was licking my painful penis and another warm mouth had enveloped my testicles. The combination of those two sensations was unbelievable and I think that I might easily have ejaculated immediately had not the fear of corporal punishment given incentive to keep control. The trouble is that there are limits to mind over matter and less than two minutes later I was again ready to pop. Fortunately, my involuntary cry alerted both girls and they immediately stopped their ministrations. Standing up, Donna muttered something about doing it a different way before urging me round until I was lying on my back along the seat of the settee. As soon as I was positioned to her satisfaction she climbed on top of me and squirmed round until my dick was back in her mouth and her fragrant fanny was floating fractionally above my eager mouth. Meanwhile Chloe had resumed applying vacuum cleaner suction to my scrotum. From the moment that I first realised that I might actually get involved with the girls, my thoughts had been more on getting my head rather than the reproductive part of my anatomy between their firm thighs. My plan for when it happened had been to take it very slowly, savouring every second but in the event I simply pushed my probing tongue as deep inside as I could. I would like to describe that moment, the taste, the heat and the sensation but there aren't enough superlatives to do the experience justice. I think that I must have got lost in the moment because somehow I found myself lying face up on the floor with Debbie bouncing up and down on my cock and it was Chloe's cute cunt now captivating my tongue. Actually it was more that the girl was fucking my face because her to and fro movement with her hips rhythmically matched Donna's up and down. It was all too much and I exploded. I don't think had cum so powerfully before in the whole of my life. For a time I even felt that I was floating but realistically that was probably oxygen deprivation because at my critical moment, Chloe had stopped moving at a point when both my tongue and nose were buried inside her. It took a few minutes to slowly disentangle ourselves. I would have been more than happy to just drift off to sleep but the girls were having none of that. "My turn," Chloe said brightly and when I looked up in surprise she said, "You've got to fuck both of us, that's the deal." Without real expectation I glanced down at my cock, hoping that it would have remained stiff as they do in the stories but found it small, shrivelled and dead to the world. The younger girl having followed my eyes, delivered a quick flick to my sated dick and when it remained unresponsive she said, "That's not very good it, it doesn't seem to want to play any more. What are we going to do about this Debs?" "Let's play daisy chain," Debbie suggested, then seeing the puzzled look on my face, she explained, "It's just a communal version of sixty-nine. It really needs four or more people and it should ideally be arranged boy girl boy girl but I think we can manage. We all lie in a circle on the floor and that way everybody has something to lick. When the bell rings we all switch round so that we're laying the other way." I joined in but knowing how I felt, together with the knowledge that my normal recovery time was seldom less than two hours, I thought it a forlorn hope. However, Debbie and Chloe made it into such a fun game that I continued playing not really caring whether I got another erection or not. Then, when Chloe introduced a wiggling finger into my rectum, I got a definitive twitch and soon both girls were teasing me that way whenever it was their turn. There was also a possible mental boost from the knowledge that whenever I was lapping Debbie's labial, part of what I tasted had been put in there by me but after some fifteen or so minutes a satisfying stiffness had return to my recalcitrant organ. That was the end of the chaotic excitement but Chloe and I spent a pleasant twenty minutes, enjoying a slow sensuous shag lying upon settee cushions laid on the floor. Debbie sat in one of the armchairs smoking but with no further involvement except for the odd 'helpful' suggestion. Within a minute of my ejaculation both girls were already in the process of getting dressed. That may seem a little hurried but I was secretly relieved because I was now aware of the passage of time and worried that my wife might walk in on us. Both girls gave me a nice deep tongue kiss each and then they were gone, leaving me with regrets and recriminations, not least of which was the guilt that hit me the moment that the door closed behind them. I had acted on the assurance that it was OK with Jenn but now I had to admit that I had no certainty that my hedonistic afternoon had been sanctioned by her. A glance at the clock told me that she would be home in less than half an hour but I hadn't even started preparing an evening meal. With no point even trying, I sat down on the settee, that scene of debauchery, and tried to get my thoughts in order. I had lived through an erotic fantasy, exactly the kind that many men dream of but the strange realisation was that it hadn't lessened my love for my wife in the slightest. The thinking part of my brain struggled with this, asking how was it possible to have such intense very intimate sex with two other women and yet my love for Jenn remain unaltered? The only explanation I could come up with was that 'it was only sex'. I gratefully seized on this as the answer, quite failing to see the irony. Even before the door closed behind her, Jenn called out, "I hope you haven't cooked anything because I've brought us a takeaway." Carrying on as she entered the room she said, "I got something we can eat quickly because I want to get you in bed as fast as possible. I'm really, really horny. I'm so hot that I'll probably keep you fucking me solidly right through the night." Any other time in my life I would have welcomed that announcement but at that moment it was the very last thing that I wanted to hear. My dick was dead. I would have written 'had died and gone to heaven' if it hadn't been in heaven when it perished. The way I was feeling, I doubted if my penis would stir again for at least a week. "I'm feeling a bit tired," I mumbled "and I think I've got a headache coming on." Feeling that my discomfiture had gone on long enough, Jenn gave me a big grin and asked, "So how did your afternoon go? Did Debbie and Chloe look after you the way that they promised?" Relief flooded through me. "You know?" "Course I do stupid, it was my idea. I thought it was only fair and I also wanted to see what it felt like from your point of view. I told them that I wanted you to feel as if all your birthdays had come at once." "Jason said that you suggested it but I wasn't sure if he was lying. I know that he's trying to tempt me not to pull out." "Is it working?" "Maybe a bit," I admitted. "I can understand now how you can have sex with other men and still love me the same but I'm still inclined to let my decision stand. I am less certain than I was though." "So how were the girls?" "Fantastic, really fantastic, it was a dream come true." "How many times did they make you cum? "Twice in less than two hours, I haven't managed that for years." "So I doubt if you'll be up to looking after my needs tonight, I know that you don't carry any spare ammunition." "If you are feeling horny, perhaps you should ring Jason and swap your Friday to tonight," I suggested, "Or even see him both nights, I'm feeling so good that I don't really care." Jenn leaned forward and kissed me. "I really am a bit randy but nothing that my vibrator won't take care of. I'm staying with you tonight just in case you have thoughts of running away with those two naughty girls." Mighty Oaks Ch. 02 On Friday morning I went to the house across the road to find Tom waiting for me in his guise as instructor for the day. I expected just a general overview of camera work but he gave me the works, treating me as if I really was a newly employed trainee cameraman. I learned all aspects of camera operation, static, on a moveable trolley and hand held, I was taught about parallax and the distorting effect of perspective on the camera eye. Perhaps most importantly I was told about the possible pitfalls of the zoom lens and the situations in which to avoid using it. Tom is a nice guy and we quickly established a rapport which undoubtedly helped me through a day of intense tuition. Despite her alleged horniness the previous night, Jenn stayed with me on Friday night instead of going to Jason as I expected. I'd got myself rather confused and couldn't remember whether it was one of their scheduled Fridays or not. In bed we cuddled for a while but there was no sexual activity. My penis remained persistently limp but, just before sleep; I think that I detected a slight twitch when my thoughts turned to seeing Debbie and Chloe again the next day. Early Saturday morning I crossed the road bursting with anticipation but the morning was an anti climax and big disappointment. The problem was that the hour of exuberant sex between the two girls that I had watched on Thursday afternoon took over four hours to get in the can. They did all the sex action but with all the stopping and starting it just wasn't sexy. The bottom line was that Debbie and Chloe were going through the motions for money rather than taking pleasure from each others bodies. Despite that, I could see that after cutting and editing, the finished product would have regained some semblance of spontaneity. From conversation I gathered that those involved were pleased at how much had got done in a morning. Bob said that dialogue made the whole process a great deal longer with actors having giggling fits, forgetting their lines and even speaking them with the wrong inflection of voice. All of this changed my perspective on the film business, although I can't deny that thoughts of another encounter with the naughty girls formed part of my considerations. During lunch, seeing Jason standing alone, on the spur of the moment I approached him to say, "I've changed my mind, I want to Jenn and me stay part of your enterprise." His face lit up. "So you're happy for us to continue making sex films staring Jenn and me?" "Yes," I told him, "And, although I'm not particularly keen on this, other men too if you think it's really necessary." Jason immediately grasped my hand and pumped it enthusiastically, "Thank you, I promise that you won't regret it," he assured me. Less than an hour later I did start to regret that decision, at least with regard to other men. We had started filming the scene where the step father walks in on the two girls and, taking advantage of the situation, blackmails them into sucking his dick. It was the appearance of Renaldo that made me wish that I had waited awhile before giving Jason his good news. This was the first time I had actually seen Renaldo and naked he presented a rather imposing figure. At least 6' 5" tall in bare feet, his biceps and chest were heavily muscled, his midriff looked broad and solid, (although lacking Jason's six-pack) and his thighs looked unusually powerful. His head was shaved and his penis was an entity in itself. Although probably not much longer than Jason's, it was certainly far fatter and the fact that it was uncut gave it a primitive aura. I felt a surge of bile in my guts at the knowledge had already been inside my wife's lovely body, with the sight continuing to affect me so badly that, when they started shooting the fellatio, I made my excuses and left. My wife was surprised when I arrived home earlier than she expected so I gave her an account of my day, probably in more detail than I narrated above, and including my exchange with Jason. "So you don't mind me doing it with men other than Jason as long as it happens in front of the camera?" she said, giving me a big hug. "Anybody except Renaldo," I confirmed without managing to keep the venom from my voice. "I didn't specify that to him, maybe I should have?" Don't worry about it, I'm sure Jason will guess and if he doesn't I promise to remind him," Jenn reassured me. Mighty Oaks Ch. 03 Recap: Jenn, a happily married wife quickly becomes infatuated when a new man Jason is employed at the firm where she works and although she manages to resist him in the workplace environment, when he becomes the owner of the house across the road, her capitulation becomes almost inevitable. Frustrated by her fascination with the other man, against his better judgement, her husband reluctantly condones the infidelity. Jason is an ex porn star and wants to make porn films for the internet, initially starring himself and Jenn. Although she is eager, fearing that she will be recognised, her husband withholds his permission but a very convincing demonstration of makeup skill causes him to change his mind. When Jason has assembled his team, he formally makes Jenn and her husband partners in his enterprise. Things go wrong at the party to launch the first film when Jenn has sex with Renaldo, one of the hired porn performers, a spectacular but arrogant and unpleasant individual. On learning of this, her husband decides to pull the plug on the whole thing but after an exciting afternoon spent in sexual dalliance with two nubile nymphets, he is again persuaded to change his mind. He now even agrees that his wife can be filmed having sex with men other than Jason as long as Renaldo remains excluded. Mighty Oaks Ch. 03 As the scene continues, Jenn turns so that her back is to both Renaldo and I, then reaches up under her skirt, pulls down her panties and lets them drop to the grass at her feet. (In the final version of the film, that action is shown entirely as through my eyes, to highlight the symbolism of that moment.) She then lies down on the grass with her arms at her side, legs parted and slightly raised at the knees. Renaldo had to flick Jenn's dress up above her waist to reveal the black patch of pubic hair called for by the story. I should mention that she was shaved down there in all of her previous films, so those new generous pubes were again due to the efforts of the make-up people. I hadn't been informed about this intimate make-up, so it was rather a shock to see. The story called for the rapist to be unexpectedly gentle at the start of the intercourse and Jason had repeatedly reminded Renaldo that he must be the same. Even so Jenn gave a large gasp or exhalation of breath when began pushing his huge cock inside her. I had read the story and could almost believe that it was an account of an event that had really happened. If that were the case, I could easily imagine that my feelings at that moment were not too different from those of the original husband. While the fucking progressed, I had to light a cigarette with trembling fingers but no had other involvement other than watch the sex in progress. It should have been fairly straightforward but Jason had to call 'Cut' several times due to Renaldo's behaviour. He was scripted to glance at me occasionally to ensure that I hadn't moved any closer but instead he spent more than half the time glaring aggressively in my direction. In the end Jason lost patience saying, "I'm not going to tell you again. What the hell is wrong with you? You're meant to be raping a woman, her husband isn't going anywhere, so please try and keep your mind on what you are doing." His words seemed have had effect because Renaldo then launched into a long uninterrupted session of genuine fucking. I think I would have preferred to put up with his hostile gaze. For the sake of the film Jenn was required to give evidence that she was reluctantly being pleasured but to my tutored ear her orgasmic cries were far too real. My mouth felt extremely dry and I found that I was trembling all over (actually more of a dither) but I didn't try to control this as I knew that it was exactly the reaction that Jason was hoping to capture. Eventually it reached the ejaculation moment. In the story, at the point the wife briefly touched the sides of the rapist as if fighting the urge to hold him but Jenn held him in an unmistakeable embrace. This was a symbolic moment lost but Jason chose to let it go, probably thinking that it would cost too much time and trouble to re-shoot. At this point we would usually have stopped and taken a break before the next scene but, wanting to record the first post coital moments, it was the director's specific instruction that they carry straight on. Immediately that Renaldo rolled off, Jenn sat up and modestly pulled down her dress to cover herself. Following the script, Renaldo instructed me to bring my cigarettes over and I hastened to comply. He was sitting legs spread out in front with his obscenely large lingam lying almost coiled along his muscular thigh, still smeared with a mixture of cum and vaginal juices. I had to pause for a moment as a camera closed in for a lingering close up of the deflating organ. I gave a cigarette to both Renaldo and my wife and took one myself before lighting all three. Like the husband in the story, I would have preferred to immediately return to my tree but was instead required to stay and take part in an exchange of dialogue. Over recent months, Jenn had returned to me after sex with another man and I had watched her in action from a distance but I had never been so close to her in the immediate aftermath of intercourse, especially in the company of the man who had just fucked her and I found the experience hard to cope with. While seated and smoking, Jenn has to ask if he is married, in response to which he complains about his four kids and fat wife. My line is to ask if he has ever raped before to which the answer is negative. The purpose of this and other dialogue is to show how easily the victim wife converses with the man assaulting her, which fact further distresses her husband. It enhances his belief that she is actually enjoying being raped and in a later scene when he mentions this suspicion he is asked, "Would you prefer that I hated every second?" I have to say that my mind was very much in tune with that husband. In the next scene with me returned to my tree, Jenn starts sucking Renaldo's cock to get it stiff again. I knew that this was going to happen but I can easily understand the shock of the story husband when his wife started performing that act on the rapist, apparently of her own volition. This was anticipated to be one of the hottest sequences in the film and so was prolonged beyond the time indicated in the story and, it seemed from my wife's enthusiasm, that she was hoping to win the Oscar for Best fellatio. I didn't like watching that but Renaldo made it worse. Taking advantage of the fact that the camera was focussed on the bobbing head at his groin, Renaldo kept leering at me and making obscene gestures with his tongue. I hated the hapless position that I was in and it took every ounce of my resolve not to get up and walk. Later I was to find that those intense emotions had shown very vividly on my face. I was very relieved when, at the end of the scene, Jason called a halt to filming for the day, even though Renaldo had a very stiff erection and there were two hours of good daylight remaining. In the closedown procedure, stills were taken of the whole site, this to ensure that items such as Renaldo's trousers, Jenn's panties and even discarded cigarette ends could be replaced in exactly the same position that they were lying at the end of filming. It felt good to be away from that clearing in the woods and on the drive home I could feel the tension drain out of me. Even so I had nothing to say and apparently neither did my wife. I don't think we exchanged a single word until we were back home and had eaten. It was only when we were relaxing with mugs tea that Jenn asked tentatively, "What's bothering you darling?" "You." "What exactly have I done wrong, if you don't tell me how am I to know?" Echoing the words of the original spouse, I said, "The way that you held him when he was fucking you and don't tell me that it was in the script. And the way that you slavered over his fucking cock, you put in a real performance and you weren't acting." "Sweetheart its porn and I only did what the punters want. What did you expect?" "I didn't expect you to go quite so much over the top; I expected an acted sex scene not for it to be quite so real. Didn't you ever stop for a moment and wonder how it made me feel having to sit there and watch you with him?" Jenn shook her head sadly. "I understand now why Jason doesn't allow husbands on set because it just doesn't work, even if they have a part in the film. Darling, women have the ability to pretend that they are having fantastic sex even when they aren't and as a porn actress it is a skill I need to use. You mustn't take everything at face value." "Are you telling me that you didn't enjoy having sex with Renaldo today?" I think that my question caught Jenn by surprise because she took a long pause before telling me honestly, "I've got to admit that I didn't have any need to act. I don't like Renaldo as a man but I can't help reacting to his body. What you saw today was real but that's not the whole story. I bitterly regret that I allowed myself to let myself be paired with him and when this damn film is finished I'm never going to have sex with him again under any circumstances." For some reason, my wife's words helped and I gave her a tentative smile to apprise her of that fact. Grinning back she said, "Come on lover, let me take you upstairs and show you that you're the only man that I truly love." The next day was overcast so I had extra time to mentally prepare myself for what lay ahead. By the time we were back on site the following day, after a great deal of verbal encouragement from Jenn, I really believed that I could tune out anything that I would rather not see. In the story, with the exception of her underwear, the wife Eve remained fully dressed throughout the rape but porn audiences like to see skin, so using poetic licence, Jason had Renaldo order her to strip. Renaldo also removed his T-shirt for the same reason. I thought this nudity was a mistake as to my mind it lessened the authenticity of the recreation. For the main rape scene it had been decided that there would be only a couple of positions, two sessions of missionary with a bit of doggie sandwiched in between. Cowgirl variations were ruled out on the basis that they were not really appropriate in a forced sex context. Also, due to a poor weather forecast for the rest of the week, Jason said that he wanted to do all the remaining sexual action in one long take with as few interruptions as possible. The shoot was to continue from the point where the rapist had been sucked back to stiffness but, unlike the previous day he required some fluffing before he was ready. This time Renaldo pushed his cock inside Jenn more roughly than he had the first time and was soon fucking her with gusto. Apart from smoking cigarettes, there was no more acting for me to do in this scene so I would have preferred to look away but I was required to keep watching so that the third camera could capture my unscripted reaction to what I was seeing. Unfortunately after only five minutes a large cloud obscured the sun and the loss of light required a pause in the filming. As we stood around waiting for it to pass, Renaldo turned to me and, no longer acting, said sneeringly, "So what's it like cuckold, watching your woman being well fucked by a far better man?" Jason was immediately on his case, telling him sternly, "You can cut that kind of talk out right now." Renaldo's face darkened and he glanced around as if looking for support before saying, "Come on, it's so fucking obvious, what the hell does a woman like her see in a wimp like him." Jason looked at him coolly, "Perhaps it's the brains that you so patently lack. If you kept your lips buttoned Renaldo, people can only suspect that you're a fool but you will keep opening your mouth and confirming it." There was a titter of laughter amongst those hearing the exchange and this seemed to infuriate the larger man. With fists clenched he faced up to Jason, snarling, "Who the fuck are you to decide what people can and can't say? I'm going to say whatever I fucking well please." "I can say it because I'm the director and what I say on set goes," Jason told him calmly. "I'm warning you Renaldo, either lose that attitude or you're out of here. I can always take over your part; we still have time to go back and do everything again from scratch." For a moment there was a silent face down but the job must have meant something to Renaldo because after a mental struggle with himself, he turned abruptly and walked away. Nothing more was said but when the fucking resumed it was very obvious that he still had residual anger. An hour later it was over but during that hour there were times when my wife was gripping onto Renaldo as it her life depended upon it as she enjoyed a series of massive orgasms that couldn't be anything other than genuine. Although I had sat doing nothing, by the time that Jason called the final cut, my whole body was bathed in sweat. I thought it was the height of irony that she could be given that magnitude of pleasure by such an obnoxious individual. We arrived home too tired for me to express my unhappiness at what I had been forced to witness during the day and we were back on set early the next morning without having chance to speak. This time it was an indoor location purporting to be our home where the purpose was to illustrate the effect of the rape on the couple's relationship. Strangely, after I had voiced the scripted story husband's recriminations, I found little to say on my own behalf once the two of us were once more alone. In the original story more than a third of the text was concerned with the aftermath of the rape when the traumatised couple returned home. In his search for realism, Jason wanted a ten minute précis of this to complete the film and this required the above additional footage of Jenn and I talking about what had happened. I did more acting in those ten minutes than in the rest of the film and I had a lot more dialogue to remember but I acquitted my self quite well and in the finished product could see that I had said some of my lines with real fervour. With all of the footage in the can, Jason announced a two week holiday, saying that he wanted to concentrate on editing without being distracted by directing duties. On the twelfth day of our holiday at home, I remarked to Jenn that it was months since we had so long with only ourselves consider. During the break we reconnected, with lots of spontaneous kissing and cuddling throughout each day. At night we didn't always have full sex but when we did it was making love rather than the more gymnastic porn film variety. It was nice. Jenn and I were relaxing watching the wind down of our last TV program before going to bed when the doorbell rang. The alacrity with which she jumped up to answer it made me think that she hoped it might be Jason. When she opened the door, I could tell that the slurred voice which spoke that it wasn't he but couldn't immediately identify the speaker. My wife told him, "Go away you're very drunk," and that was enough to get me to my feet. My sense of danger was confirmed when Jenn gave a short yelp and the angry voice of Renaldo sounded from within the house. "Don't piss me about," he snarled, "I've had enough for tonight. My cunt of a wife has left me and I need to get laid. Jason's fucking rules mean it has to be one of the team and I've picked you." I could tell that Jenn was trying to stay calm as she explained, "You've got it all wrong, I'm not part of that, please let go of my arm you're hurting me." "Then stop resisting and let me get my cock inside you, you couldn't get enough of it before." At that point they entered the room, Jenn in front with Renaldo a step behind, his huge hand gripping her bicep, propelling her forward. For some unknown reason I don't think he expected me to be at home because on seeing me standing there, he released her arm and turned to face me. She kept on walking and I took a couple of steps to place myself between them. "I think you better leave," I told him putting a lot more confidence in my voice than I truly felt. "Get out of my way you cock sucking wimp, do you really think you can stop me fucking your wife," Renaldo sneered. "Come and watch instead if you want, you seem to be into that kind of stuff." "Don't let him hurt you love," Jenn said anxiously from behind me. "I'll give him what he wants, it doesn't matter and it's certainly not worth you trying to fight him." Unlike when playing my part in the film I held my ground. Drawing myself up to my full height, (a rather futile gesture as he still towered so far above me), I said, "If you don't leave my house immediately I'm going to call the police." Renaldo didn't mess around. I saw the blow coming, a vicious clubbing punch to my left cheek. There was an explosion of pain and then blackness. I came round to find that I was lying on the floor with a severe pain in the side of my face. Initially I went through the 'Where am I' routine but very quickly suffered the additional pain of realisation. I had no idea how long I had been unconscious (but we later calculated that it must have been around twenty minutes). Very gingerly I explored the source of the pain to find that I had an open wound and the wetness on my jaw and neck was blood. I guessed that the cut had been caused by the large signet ring that Renaldo had been so loathe to surrender. I was in the grip of an overwhelming lethargy with the desire to just stay where I was but I knew that I needed to get up and find Jenn to see if she was all right. That was easier said than done because when I had only reached a kneeling position, dizziness forced me to grab at the furniture to stop myself from falling back down. Eventually I was standing unsteadily on both feet and, looking round, instinctively knew that I was alone on the ground floor. As I moved slowly up the stairs, step by step, I could hear the unmistakable sounds of sex in progress from above. By the time that I reached the top I was feeling more confident of my stability, even though I knew that my assailant was still in the house. Drawn by the sounds, I moved in the direction of the master bedroom until I stood in the doorway. Clothing lay scattered around the floor and both of them were naked, lying across the bed, close to the bottom and parallel to it. It was missionary position with Renaldo on top with my wife's legs widely spread on each side of him. He was pumping away vigorously making loud grunting noises and Jenn too was making moaning sounds which could equally have been induced by pleasure or pain. The damage was already done so I took time to scan the room looking for a potential weapon, kicking myself for not having searched downstairs for something to carry up with me. I felt sick to the stomach and wondered how I had ever found pleasure in the sight of others copulating. While I was coping with self disgust, the action of Renaldo's hips increased speed and he gave a loud bellow as he entered that special moment of ejaculation ecstasy. When finished, after a couple of additional half hearted thrusts, he remained on top of Jenn for only a moment before throwing himself off her to one side. Obviously having forgotten how close they were lying to the edge of the bed, he landed face down on the floor. Renaldo lay there still for several seconds, as if catching his breath but then, putting both hands under him, he proceeded to laboriously push himself back up. Unfortunately for him, his rising head impacted violently with the base of the ceramic lamp which I was in the process of propelling downward with increasing velocity. The missive exploded on impact with pieces flying everywhere, Renaldo's face crashed back to the floor and I could see several lacerations on the back of his head, at least one being very deep. For several moments the world seemed to stand still until the silence was broken by Jenn asking, "Is he dead?" "I don't particularly care one way or another," I told her truthfully. "Quick, tie him up before he comes round," Jenn instructed, taking charge, "Use your belt or my dressing gown cord and at least fix his ankles so he can't stand up. While you're doing that I'm going to ring Jason. You need to go to hospital to be checked out; your poor face looks really nasty." I did as ordered but then flopped down on the edge of the bed as every ounce of energy seemed to desert me. I heard the words 'drunk' and 'rape' as she spoke on the telephone but next moment she was telling me that Jason was on his way as she scrambled across the bed towards me. I assumed that she wanted a consoling hug but Jenn was more intent on making a closer examination of the damage to my face. Rather embarrassed by her concern, I suggested that she go downstairs to let Jason in but she said there was no need because Renaldo had left the door gaping wide open when he manhandled her down the hall. Mighty Oaks Ch. 03 Jason bounded up the stairs and on entering the bedroom took in the situation at a glance. His first action was to snatch Jenn's dressing gown from the back of the door to drape round her, his next was to ask if I was OK before turning his attention to the figure on the floor. Actually kneeling on the prone man's back, without any trace of gentleness he pulled Renaldo's arms behind him before clicking a pair of handcuffs in place. The urgency for action having passed, Jason turned his attention to us. He was full of apology, saying, "I'm so terrible sorry, this was my entire fault and I don't know how I'm ever going to forgive myself." "I don't see how it's your fault, this was all Renaldo's doing and I don't blame you at all," I told him. "If it wasn't for me this would never have happened," Jason explained. "I wanted Renaldo for my team because I knew he would give an edge to the films but I always knew he had a very nasty streak, especially when he was in drink. My stupid mistake was to think I could control him. I obviously couldn't and now you two have suffered because of my arrogant pride." "What should we do about him," I asked, pointing at Renaldo who had just started to moan. "Ring the police and have him locked up," Jason's reply was simple and unequivocal. "That's what I thought but the publicity is inevitably going to be terrible. Jason gave a wan grin. "They say that no publicity is bad publicity but I doubt if that will hold true in this case. Don't worry about it. I was thinking of packing up anyway. For a start we're not doing as well as I'd hoped and what happened to night has killed all my enthusiasm. That bastard Renaldo needs to be locked up for a very long time and I don't want consideration for me to prevent that." The police duly arrived and despite us telling our story, I was provisionally placed under arrest for inflicting grievous bodily harm. Both Renaldo and I were taken to hospital where I was found to have a cracked cheekbone. Renaldo was far worse with a broken nose and a fractured skull, (he was actually in intensive care for a short while). Jenn's medical examination let me off the hook when it showed that she had been viciously raped, a black eye, bad bruising on arms and thighs and significant (but not permanent) internal damage, this evidence conclusively contradicting Renaldo's claim that the sex was consensual. His attack on me didn't help his case and he was eventually sentenced to serve a minimum of eight years. That is the end of the story. A month later Jason's house was on the market after he had got it almost back to normal, mostly by his own efforts. During that time Jenn did not have sex with him, he never rang and she didn't volunteer to go across. Just before leaving he came over to say that he was going back to Vegas from where he had received several offers. Characteristically he tried to give us our percentage from the income but, knowing how bad he had been hit financially, both of us declined to take it. Just before leaving he shook my hand and then held Jenn in an extended kiss and embrace that lasted more than a couple of minutes. With his departure, both Jenn and I felt that a dimension had gone out of our lives and it was several weeks before we sat down and really talked about what had happened. "I can't believe what I put you though," my wife told me. "I was a real selfish bitch. All I can say is that I was really besotted with the guy but that doesn't excuse the film stuff. I'm ashamed about that. I just got it into my head that I wanted to be famous even though that fame would only be with the perverts that watch porn." "I'm as much to blame as you," I volunteered, hoping to make her feel better about herself. I half expected Jenn to dispute this but instead she nodded and said, "I think I might have come to my senses far sooner if you hadn't been quite so amenable." We are very gradually getting back close to where we were before all this started. I still go day by day but gradually my confidence is increasing. My wife has sworn that she will never be unfaithful to me again and I can tell that she means says but my peace of mind depends more on the knowledge that there are only a very limited number of men like Jason in the world. I still have a copy of every film that Jenn appeared in. I haven't watched them since but one day I will.