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What Kate Did Ch. 01

By: Octavian



I watched the naked woman on the screen intently. She was stunning but she didn’t exude the brash self-confidence that might have been expected from a woman in such a situation. On the contrary there was a shyness, even a vulnerability about her. It manifested itself in her whole demeanour; in her body language, in her soft and unassertive voice and in the way she often cast her beautiful expressive eyes downwards. She was on her knees and there were three men standing over her, slowly stroking their powerful pricks. Her expression showed she was resigned to her fate, an exhausted deer neither able to run nor to resist the pack of hounds that had surrounded it. I paused the video. 

I studied the frozen face that now filled the screen. God, I loved her! I loved her passionately; I loved her more than words could say. She was everything I had ever wanted and more. I glanced at the framed photograph that occupied pride of place on top of the television. It was of the same woman but the photograph had been taken three years earlier. It would not have been readily apparent to most people because her face was partially obscured by her wedding veil. There was no doubt about the identity of the proud bridegroom standing alongside her, however. That was me!

Not so long ago we were a conventional young married couple with jobs, a mortgage and hopes for the future. How could it all have come to this?

We first met five years ago and I was taken with her right from the start. I noticed her the minute I walked into this club in London, even though she had her back to me. She was about five feet eight, slender and was wearing a white halter neck dress that contrasted strongly with her golden tan. Her skirt length was fairly short and I could see that she had great legs. Her dark hair was cut in a bob and it bounced softly every time she turned her head. She was with two other girls, and they were having an animated conversation. She was even better from the front being very pretty indeed. She also had a nice full bust on her, and her cleavage looked very attractive through the keyhole neckline of her dress. But it was her sparkling eyes that really caught my attention. I watched her as she listened to her friends. Her eyes would fasten on to whoever was speaking and she gave the distinct impression that she was hanging on to every single word. I realised that she was way out of my league but I couldn’t tear myself away. Suddenly she looked directly at me…and smiled! It was a captivating, enchanting, heart warming smile. I had to say something to her. I hoped she wouldn’t just ignore me; I would feel such a fool. I might have looked confident as I approached her but inwardly I felt as nervous as a kitten.

“I know it’s rude to stare but I couldn’t help myself. You have got such wonderful eyes.”

“My eyes? Well, that’s novel.” She seemed rather dubious and the instant I looked down her neckline I understood why. Most blokes of my acquaintance would only have commented on her tits.

“No really, you have and they look even better close up. Your eyes, I mean. Not your…” This was even worse! I was making a right pig’s ear of it. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you, but I just had to tell you. I was watching the way you were looking at your friends. Anyway, I’ll let you get back to them. Sorry.” As I turned to walk away I felt her hand on my arm.

“You haven’t embarrassed me. What’s your name?”

“Joe.”

“Mine’s Kate, and if you ask me nicely I might let you buy me a drink.” 

It was a bit quieter in the bar so it was easier to talk. We hit it off at once. We didn’t do anything but talk for the whole evening. I could have listened to her for hours; she had such a lovely soft voice. Apparently she had just come back from an exotic holiday in the Maldives Islands. That accounted for her tan. She told me she was twenty-three and worked as a beautician in a department store. We discovered we had similar tastes in music, films and food. At the end of the evening she gave me her phone number and we arranged to meet the following weekend. Before long we were seeing each other four or five nights a week. We had been together for couple of months or so and were having dinner in a restaurant. 

“Joe, there’s something I have to tell you. Do you remember that I’d just come back from my holidays when we met?”

“Yes, I do. You’d been to the Maldives, hadn’t you?”

“I had, but I wasn’t there on holiday. Well, not exactly a normal one. It was a sort of holiday, but I was actually there to do some nude modelling for Penthouse.”

“Penthouse?” I looked at her. 

“Anyway, it’s coming out next week. They’ve made me the ‘Pet of the Month’.” She looked anxious. “I don’t want you to be upset with me, Joe. I didn’t even know you at the time.”

What could I say? How could I possibly hold her to account for something she’d done before she’d even met me? And after all, what was it that she had done? Nude modelling! Big deal! To be honest it was rather flattering to know that I was dating a girl who was sufficiently attractive to feature in the magazine.

“I’m not going to get upset with you, Kate. Why should I?” 

Her relief was evident. “I’d been dreading having to tell you.”

“You shouldn’t have done, really. Actually it makes me feel quite proud. I mean, me, Mr Ordinary, going out with a girl who’s appeared in ‘Penthouse’.” I looked at her with a smile on my face. “When I was fifteen or so that would have been my second favourite fantasy.”

“So, what would have been the first?”

“Playing soccer for Arsenal!”

Despite my apparent equanimity I cannot say that I wasn’t anxious one week later when I went into the newsagents to buy the magazine. I scanned the top shelf and saw it at once. It was quite easy to spot too, because Kate was adorning the front cover. I tried to be as casual as possible as I paid for it at the till. As soon as I was indoors I ripped the cellophane off and opened it at the centre. There she was in all her naked glory. I looked at the other pictures and I was bowled over. Kate looked absolutely stunning. The photographs had been taken on a deserted beach. In some of them she was wearing skimpy beachwear; in others she was completely naked. But with or without the beachwear, in or out of the water, standing up or lying down, she looked incredibly sexy.

Kate came round my flat that evening. We were planning to go out for dinner.

“I bought it on the way home, Kate, and I’ve been looking at your pictures ever since.” I paused for a moment. “I think they’re fantastic!”

Her smile said it all. “I’m glad you like them.”

“Like them? I love them! I can’t imagine why you were so worried about it all.”

“Well I knew you weren’t the jealous type. But even so…” 

That was true, I wasn’t the jealous type but I was the inquisitive type. What had happened in the shoot, I wondered. If I had been the photographer I would have tried to screw her. I wondered if he had tried it on. But I couldn’t bring myself to ask her. I might just as well have asked her if she had had sex with any of her previous boyfriends. The fact is it had nothing whatsoever to do with me. 

We went out to dinner although to be perfectly honest I wasn’t hungry; well not for food, anyway. I can’t remember what we had to eat, but there is one thing I do remember. I remember constantly wondering if anything had happened when she was naked in front of the photographer. And every time I thought about it I got an erection.

We were back in my flat lying on the floor in front of the fire and kissing. I had undone her blouse and was struggling to unhook her bra. Eventually I managed it and was able to slip the cups up and over her breasts. It was hard to believe that here I was, actually fondling the selfsame breasts that were prominently displayed on the top shelf of maybe five hundred branches of W H Smith’s. What a claim to fame! I was kissing them and sucking on her nipples when I felt her hand unzipping me. Soon she had her hand clasped around my erection. I stood up in order to remove my clothes. She lay on her back looking up at me as I did so. She had already removed her blouse and slipped off her bra. Now that I was completely naked I knelt down in front of her and undid her skirt. I grasped the waistband and began to slide it down. She raised her hips so as to make it easier for me. All she was now wearing were her panties and her stockings. I held her ankles in one hand and raised her legs in the air. I was thus able to hook my fingers into the top of her panties at the back and to remove them, by sliding them up her raised legs. Once I had slipped them over her feet I lowered her legs, gently easing them apart at the same time. In this position it was very easy for me to fasten my mouth on her femininity. God, she was so wet! I wallowed in her silken wetness and licked her to a rapid climax.

It was my turn now! I was looking at her face as I slipped into her without effort. 

“Kate, those photos are fabulous. You really do look fuckable!” Not the most erudite of compliments, I know but given my state of intense arousal, it was the best I could come up with. 

“You really do like them?”

“Absolutely.” My impending release had given me courage. “Were you turned on? You certainly look as if you were.”

“Yes, I was actually, it was incredibly erotic. At that moment I wanted him more than anything else in the world.”

“Him?”

“Simon, the photographer.”

“And did he?”

“Yes!” 

“Bloody hell, Kate!” And then I was ejaculating into her. I don’t think I have ever come so much or for so long. It wasn’t just the photos that had got me going. It was the fact that she had screwed the photographer. I wondered afterwards if I was normal to have been so turned on by this event.

For a while I was the envy of my friends. They would joke that whilst they could now see what I saw in her, they still couldn’t understand what it was that she saw in me. In fact I did sometimes wonder myself. I could make her laugh, I suppose, but apart from that I wouldn’t have said that I was much of a catch. Maybe it was simply the attraction of opposites. But whatever her reasons, she seemed to be just as much in love with me as I was with her. We got married two years later. I have never felt so proud as I did the day we walked down the aisle after our wedding.

Married life was wonderful. It wasn’t just the physical side although that was great. Kate was such a good companion, such a lovely person, so generous natured, and so determined to make me happy. Life could not have been sweeter. And then it all began to unravel. 

We were brought crashing back to earth when Kate’s sister, Jamie, became seriously ill. She was diagnosed as having a rare condition that affected her whole nervous system. The condition was life threatening and there was no known cure. Kate was distraught; she and her sister were very close indeed. They only had each other; their mother and father had been killed in a car crash a number of years earlier. The only possible hope was a clinic in the USA that had had some success with a revolutionary new treatment. The problem was the cost. We reckoned we needed at least £20000. The only way we could raise the money was by taking out a loan on our house. Kate was prepared to work longer hours to help with the finance. 

However before we completed the preliminaries with the bank I lost my job. There had been an ongoing downturn in the economy and I was made redundant. I wasn’t the only one in this predicament; there were now about two and a half million other people in the same situation. This naturally meant that there was far more competition on those rare occasions when new jobs did became available. In fact most positions were no longer advertised in the national press because a company would then be inundated with hundreds of applications. 

I was now in a position where I had no job, and had very little chance of getting a new one. We were already struggling to meet the original payments on our house and borrowing more money was out of the question. Selling the house was the only option but house prices were falling as the recession took hold. We called in the estate agents but once they gave us the value we realised that there would be no more than a couple of thousand pounds left over by the time we had settled the outstanding mortgage and paid all the fees. In short there was nothing to be gained by selling it. The house losing its value didn’t worry me. Neither, for that matter did losing my job because I knew that in time I would bounce back. Jamie, sadly, did not have the luxury of time and we were at our wit’s end. I was totally unprepared when the solution presented itself. 

“I bumped into Sarah today.”

I was watching some football on the television. I glanced up at Kate. “Who’s Sarah?”

“I have spoken about her before. She was working for ‘Penthouse’ when I was featured in it. Well, she’s now moved on and is working freelance.”

“Thank you for sharing that with me, Kate, but I am trying to watch the football.” It was a really exciting game; end to end stuff. Why do women always choose these moments to talk? 

“Pardon me for breathing! I just thought you might be interested to know we may be able to get the money we need for Jamie!” 

Talk about feeling like a heel. I turned the set off and looked expectantly at her “How?” 

“That’s what I’m trying to tell you. Sarah and I hadn’t seen each other for a long while so we went and had a coffee together. I told her about Jamie and about everything else. She thinks she might be able to help. She runs an agency for glamour models. Her main clients are the men’s magazines. She can offer me some work in this area. The only problem is that glamour modelling is not that well paid anymore. However, every so often she gets asked if any of her girls would be interested to do something a bit more raunchy, maybe an adult film. Some girls are, because there is quite a bit of money to be made, certainly far more than they are ever going to get doing glamour shots. Anyway someone was asking about this yesterday. She is going to find out if they are still looking and if so she is going to put my name forward. She said that as I was a former centrefold and still had my looks and figure they would have to be interested.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Kate, are you telling me that you have decided to make blue films?”

“No, I haven’t made any decision. I wouldn’t do anything without discussing it with you first.”

“But you haven’t ruled it out?”

“Well if you want to put it like that, no, I haven’t. It may be that it isn’t hard core, anyway.”

“Just suppose that it is. What then?”

“What if it is? Look, Joe, if this is the only way we can get the money for Jamie, I’ve got to do it. How could I live with myself if I didn’t?” She looked me straight in the eye, defying me to disagree with her. 

“I know we have to do everything possible for her, Kate, but I cannot believe that it’s right to do this.”

“Of course it’s not right! No one would say it’s right. But if this is the only way to get the money quickly, I have no choice. You must understand that, surely.”

Her logic was irrefutable. There was no alternative. Jamie was running out of time. Her condition was deteriorating with every passing month. The sought after treatment only held out the prospect of arresting the decline; not of restoring her health. It was therefore vital that it should start at the earliest possible opportunity. It could not wait until I had got a job; that was abundantly clear. This was literally a matter of life or death.

What Kate Did Ch. 02



I was sitting at a café having a coffee. I had not let Kate go alone to the address that Sarah had given her over the phone. However we had agreed that if I was satisfied that it all looked above board I would leave her there for her 'interview'. The address was genuine. Hot Productions had an office on the third floor of a somewhat non-descript block in north London. As luck would have it, the café was directly opposite the entrance. I had no sooner started to read my newspaper when there was a tap on my shoulder. It was Kate.

"Well that was quick, Kate!"

"He wants to see the two of us together. He saw us arrive."

"Why?"

"He said he'd explain when you get there." 

A short while later we were in the lift as it rumbled up to the third floor. I followed Kate into the office. A thickset balding man aged about forty-five got up from behind his desk and extended his hand. "Hello you must be Joe, I'm Pete Miles." He had a firm grip.

"Pleased to meet you, Pete." I sat down on the vacant chair next to Kate.

"Coffee?" he asked us both. 

"Yes please, white, no sugar." Kate answered for the two of us.

He got up and walked over to the percolator. He poured out two cups and placed them on the desk in front of us before returning to get one for himself. The aroma of the coffee filled the room. He made his way back to his seat and took a sip whilst looking at us both over the top of his glasses. "Well, where do I start? Sarah has given me a bit of background. If I understand it correctly you need money for your sister. I gather that you might be interested to have a role in the film we're about to shoot." 

She nodded.

He carried on. "I wanted you to be present, Joe, because it is best that you both know what you are getting into. I wouldn't normally bother myself about such matters but in view of the circumstances I am making an exception. There is a vested interest too. I don't want to be in a position where I have recommended someone for a project and they pull out halfway through because they or their other half can't handle it." There was a pause as he looked from Kate to me, and back again. "Shall I continue?"

We both nodded. 

"Kate, I saw your shoot in Penthouse. You looked very nice. But nowadays there's not much money in nude modelling. If you want money, real money, you got to be prepared to go much further." 

"How much further?" Her voice was surprisingly calm.

"Kate, the sign on our door says 'Hot Productions' and that is what we're all about. We're not as big as companies like 'Private' but we are in the same business. Nowadays it's referred to as adult entertainment. Look, there's no polite way of putting this. If you come to work for us you've got to be prepared to fuck on camera." Cynical as Pete undoubtedly was, Kate was not typical of most girls he interviewed, and I sensed his embarrassment as he disclosed this information. He looked warily at me. 

"I know what adult entertainment involves. I've seen enough films to know that. How much money would I get?" Her voice was still devoid of emotion.

"Well you're not an established name so you won't earn more than a grand from your first film. But you are obviously very attractive and if you do well in your first film we would be prepared to offer you fifteen hundred in a second. If you're that good, we may offer you role in say a dozen films and you could get two grand per completed film. And if you're really outstanding a major studio might want you to star in one of their big budget jobs and you could make quite a bit more."

"How long would all this take?"

"It doesn't take that long to shoot a film. We're not talking about Hollywood blockbusters, you know." He laughed at his own joke. "What happens is that we hire a location for up to fourteen days. Obviously there is a cost in getting the cast and crew there so in order to keep the production costs at an acceptable level we try to shoot a couple of films in the fortnight. We allow ourselves a maximum of six days to complete each film. We could take longer of course, but it wouldn't be cost effective. We have to use the same cast for the second film, obviously, but we try for different combinations. But you can't do that for more than two films. The punters aren't stupid. They might accept the same stories but they want different locations and they want different casts. They want to see different studs fucking their favourite porn stars."

"Yes, but how long does it take to make the twelve films?"

"Probably six to nine months. They won't all be made at once, Kate."

I chipped in. "You mentioned a logistics cost when you hire a location. That implies that locations aren't local."

"Quite right, Joe. Take the project we're about to start. This location is in Jamaica. We've taken a private villa with its own private beach. It doesn't come cheap but it is absolutely ideal. We plan to fly the cast and crew in next month." He turned to face Kate. "As it happens we've recently had one girl drop out and we've not had much luck in finding a replacement. So I am in a position to fix something up for you. You would be in two scenes for the first film. We've not yet decided about the second one. But I'm jumping the gun a bit. Now you both know what's involved, I'm going to leave the two of you to talk it over before we go any further. I'll give you five minutes." With that, he walked out of his office, shutting the door behind him.

I spoke first. My mouth felt dry and I'm sure my voice showed the tension I was feeling. "Look, Kate, I'm not that enamoured about this in the first place. But I can't bear you to be away for two weeks or more."

She was more astute than I was. "Listen, Joe, I think they've got a genuine problem. They can't get anyone else. We can turn that to our advantage. How about if I tell him that I'll only agree to it if you can come too?"

She was serious about it. There was no longer any room for doubt.

"Kate, do you really understand what you are letting yourself in for? What did he just say, two scenes in the first film? That's got to be two different blokes at least and that's only the first bloody film!"

She stared at me. "What's the alternative?" 

A little while later the door opened and Pete returned. "Should I come back or have the two of you already decided what you want to do?"

Kate answered. "Yes, you can come in. We have decided."

Pete came in and sat down. He looked expectantly at us both. "Well?"

Kate spoke. Her voice was firm, her tone resolute. "I will do it, Pete, but only on two conditions. One, I am guaranteed three thousand pounds for the two films, and two, Joe can come with me."

"I don't know about the money, Kate."

"Look if I can get the three thousand we can pay for my sister to get to the USA and start her treatment. That is the only reason I want it. And when I get a contract afterwards she can continue with her treatment." I had never seen Kate so confident.

He smiled. "All right, Kate, we may have a deal. But I have some conditions too. First, the offer depends upon your passing a medical. We don't like using condoms so everyone, and I mean everyone, has to have regular medical checks. I will organise one for you tomorrow. I presume you're on the pill. Secondly, although you will be performing with men most of the time, you will be expected to work with women from time to time." He paused for a moment. "Now about you, Joe. What did you have in mind?"

I had been anticipating this question. I knew what I couldn't do, that was self-evident. "Unfortunately, I don't think I've got the...how shall I put this... the qualifications to be a porn star. But what I'd like to do is to write an article about the adult entertainment industry and this could provide me with some perfect research. It wouldn't do any harm to Hot Productions if I happen to mention how well run it is. I might even be able to give some prominence to your name, too, if that's what you want."

Pete took on air of gravity. "You're right of course. We are a well-run organisation and I do take pride in this. I'll need to check it out with my partner to see if we can agree to your request, Joe. But if we do agree there is one absolute essential. You will have to keep your relationship with Kate secret; no one else must know that you and Kate are married. There was a case a couple of years ago where a stud was actually attacked by the partner of the girl he was working with. This guy just got so jealous he lost it completely. Now it's difficult enough for some of the newer studs to keep it up as it is, what with all the people on the set and everything else. Worrying about whether or not they're going to be attacked whilst they're performing doesn't make it any easier. If you or Kate let it be known that you have a relationship you'll be off the set so fast your feet won't touch the ground." 

This was something I had not considered. Would it make a difference if we pretended to not know each other? I looked at Kate for guidance but she was already answering.

"That won't be a problem."

"OK, well that's all sorted out then!" Pete made some notes. 

Kate's face showed her relief. "Thank you, Pete. When do we start?"

"Hang on a minute, Kate. You haven't got the job yet!"

"What do you mean?" She was frowning. 

Pete looked at the ceiling for a moment before he replied. "What we have established so far, are the terms and conditions. It is clear that you want to do it, Kate. But what is not clear is whether or not you can do it. Would you buy a car without having a test drive? You'd take it out for a road test, wouldn't you?" 

Neither of us spoke. 

He grinned. "Look on this as a road test, Kate." Pete got up from his chair. "Please follow me."

We accordingly followed him into the next room. There was a single bed along one wall of the room, and a small sofa against the opposite wall. In addition there was a stool at the foot of the bed. He motioned me to the sofa whilst he sat down on the stool. Kate remained standing. "Right, Kate," he said, "I want you to strip off." 

She stared at him as she reached round behind her waist and undid the catch of her skirt. It dropped to the floor and she stepped out of it. Then she undid the buttons of her blouse and shrugged it off her shoulders. She stood there in front of him clad only in her underwear. She had expected this to happen, of course and had accordingly put on her most flattering set. Her full breasts were supported but not concealed by the bra, the aureoles clearly visible through the white glossy fabric and her ample cleavage prominently displayed. The matching panties were of the high cut variety, the triangle at the front not wide enough to cover all of her dark pubic hair, the triangle at the back hardly warranting the geometrical term. He asked her to turn round completely and nodded approvingly.

He indicated that her underwear should now be removed. She undid her bra and tossed it onto the bed. Now it was the skimpy panties. As she leant forward to ease them over her high heels, her full breasts moved enticingly, a motion not missed by Pete who correctly deduced that they were completely natural. Kate rose to her full height, keeping her arms at her side, and making no effort to preserve her modesty. It was her breasts that had first brought her to the attention of Penthouse and they were still a joy to behold. They were beautiful half moons, full and firm and they had not yet succumbed to the inexorable force of gravity. The room was not exactly warm and as a result her slightly upturned nipples were very prominent. Her full breasts tended to make her waist appear narrow but she did not really have an hourglass shape. Her slightly rounded stomach complemented the soft roundness of her breasts. Although she regularly trimmed her pubic triangle the hair was so dark it appeared denser and thicker than actually was the case. She was standing with her legs together, the slight gap at the top of them serving only to draw further attention to her delightful fanny. Her heels were not that high, maybe a couple of inches, but they were high enough to emphasise her long and lean legs. 

"Please turn around." Kate did as she was asked. Her shoulder blades caught the eye, but so did her almost flawless skin. The cheeks of her backside were so firm, the curves so inviting that I would not have been the least surprised had Pete decided to sink his teeth into their peachy texture. Well, as far as I was concerned, she had passed the audition with distinction. How could Pete not be impressed with her?

"Thank you, Kate. You do have a lovely body, there's no doubt about that. However, there are very many girls who are prepared to strip off, even if they're not quite as attractive as you undoubtedly are. But you will need to do much more than this if you are going to make a success in this business, Kate. You cannot afford to have any inhibitions. And I can't afford to make a mistake by taking on someone who does. So I have to check. I would be failing in my responsibility if I did not." There was a pause and the room suddenly seemed deathly silent. Even the traffic noise seemed to have abated. 

I looked at her. She was staring at Pete, her inner tension evident from her breathing. This was the acid test of her commitment. 

"What do you want me to do?" My heart was pounding as we waited for his reply. Of course Kate and I had discussed this scenario, it seemed as if we'd talked about nothing else since yesterday. We had both assumed he would want to screw her. How else could he determine if she was up to it? Besides, it was a perk of the job!

"I want to see you finger yourself, Kate. I want to watch you bring yourself off. You can use the bed, or the sofa, whatever you prefer."

That was something we had not anticipated. Of course she masturbated but masturbation is essentially a solitary act. There was no humiliation being naked because she still retained a large degree of control but fingering herself off in front of him was a different kettle of fish. 

I gave her one last opportunity to back out. "Are you sure you want to do this, Kate?"

She didn't answer. Jamie's fate depended upon her, and she had no intention of giving up at the first obstacle. I studied her face, trying to ascertain what she was feeling. A few moments earlier she had appeared embarrassed, indeed she had even gone slightly red, but there was now a steely defiance in her expression as she lay down on the bed. She put a cushion under her head and then she slowly parted her legs. Pete, sitting on the stool at the foot of the bed, could not have wished for a better view. Her right hand was on her stomach and then she tentatively moved it down until her second finger came to rest on her clitoris. At first the motion of her finger was all but imperceptible. But it was an incredibly sensitive little bud, ever ready to respond to the faintest touch. Soon she was stroking herself quite openly and making soft mewing sounds. She spread her legs wider in order to insert her finger in herself and transfer some lubricant to her by now rather prominent clitoris. She was becoming more vocal as she stroked herself faster and faster. Finally she went rigid, she exhaled heavily and she collapsed back onto the bed. Her eyes were closed; perhaps that way she could convince herself she was alone; convince herself that she hadn't brought herself off in front of a total stranger. But even if she couldn't see, she could hear, and she was hearing Pete's voice.

"Very impressive, Kate. Now if you would excuse me I would just like to see if you were faking it." She opened her eyes and watched him as he gently inserted his finger inside her. "Excellent my dear, despite your initial reticence it seems you quite enjoyed yourself after all. OK, you can get dressed now. I'm just going to make some phone calls. Come in when you're ready." He went out of the room.

Kate turned to look at me. "Have I shocked you, Joe?" She did appear somewhat sheepish.

Had she embarrassed me? In a way I wished that had been my reaction. But perverse as it sounds, the fact is I had been turned on, turned on to such an extent that I was sporting a major erection and desperate to have some sexual relief. "You haven't shocked me, Kate, honestly. On the contrary, you've made me incredibly hard."

"Show me."

I undid the top of my trousers and unzipped them. I pulled my pants down and my rigid cock sprang free. 

Kate didn't say anything. She just opened her arms to me. The next moment I was between her legs and was fucking her. And I do mean fucking her. This wasn't about making love; this was nothing other than a lust fuelled fuck!

"Are you going to be this wet when you're filming?" I sounded out of breath. 

"I don't know, maybe."

"Oh you will, Kate, believe me." And then I was spurting into her, pushing myself into her as deep as I could. 

Five minutes later we were again sitting in front of Pete's desk. "The medical is arranged for tomorrow, Kate. Here is the address. I'm assuming that there'll be no problem so I'm going to start on the legal paperwork immediately. I'll give you a call when it's ready and you can come in and sign it." He looked at me. "I've spoken with the producer, Joe. He is prepared to go along with your project and will allow you on the set. However, this permission will be withdrawn if your presence causes any problems or as I indicated earlier, it becomes known that you and Kate have a relationship. Provided that you pay your own travel costs we are prepared to provide food and accommodation for you. We will be flying out on the fourteenth from Heathrow. If it's all right with you, Kate, we will deduct Joe's fare from the three thousand." 

He got up from his desk and extended his hand. "I can only add that your sister must be a very special person, Kate."

"She is indeed."

"Thanks for getting me on the set, Pete." 

We were at the door when he called out. "One last thing. The next time you two get carried away you might want to make sure there are no video cameras in the vicinity!" He was still chuckling to himself as we left his office. 



What Kate Did Ch. 03



We travelled home in a welter of emotions. On the positive side there was the real prospect of earning the money so desperately needed for Jamie but what would be the repercussions? Could our marriage survive? While I had to admit that what had transpired that afternoon had been incredibly erotic it was only the first step on a road that could lead to Kate's utter sexual degradation. Paradoxically, talking about it only served to reawaken our sexual hunger for each other, a sexual hunger fuelled by the vivid memory of events that had taken place less than three hours earlier. The moment we got home we were all over each. We found ourselves on the stairs, kissing with a passion we had rarely experienced.

I felt for her skirt and raised it. My hand was immediately on her panties, panties that were sopping wet. I pulled them down as far as I was able to given that my tongue was still captive in Kate's mouth. I broke contact in order to complete the task. I was fascinated by my beautiful wife's vagina. A potent cocktail of her lubrication and my semen was seeping out of her and I had an irresistible urge to taste it. I was somewhat apprehensive to start with and, using only the tip of my tongue, I made tentative contact. It was a different taste and texture to normal and it served only to enhance my intense excitement. Soon I was trawling my tongue along her wet furrow, seeking out the source of this newly discovered nectar. Kate was lifting herself up to meet my tongue as it plumbed her depths. I'd barely started licking her clitoris when she climaxed.

She had no sooner got her breath back than she was unzipping me. She carefully eased me out, and a second later I felt her mouth enveloping my cock. Once again I was unable to hold back and barely a few seconds later I was ejaculating. Whenever this happened in the past her instinctive reflex action resulted in an instantaneous disengagement from my pulsating prick. And on those rare occasions when she hadn't been quite quick enough, she would immediately spit it out. But not today! Today she had really been turned on and it showed. She would not let me out of her mouth until I had finished. But I was utterly staggered by what she did next. She looked at me in the most loving way imaginable and she swallowed it!

We kissed again, but these were post-coital kisses, kisses of love and tenderness. Stairs are not the most comfortable surfaces on which to lie and Kate had to move. She got up rather gingerly, adjusted her underwear and smoothed her skirt down. I made a cup of tea for us both and we sat in the lounge drinking it. 

"Are you really prepared for me to do this, Joe?"

"How can I answer that, Kate? Of course I'd rather you didn't do it. I wouldn't tolerate it for one moment if it weren't for Jamie. But suppose you don't do it because of me and she dies. What would that do to our marriage? It's hardly likely to make it stronger, is it! We're caught between a rock and a hard place, Kate and there's no getting out of it."

"I would only be doing it for her, Joe. It wouldn't mean anything to me. Actresses get kissed on stage. That doesn't mean anything either."

I resisted the urge to point out to her that an actress being kissed, even being passionately kissed, is hardly the same as having eight inches of throbbing dick thrust down her throat! That was another point. Eight inches? Maybe not, but not far off, judging by some of the guys I'd seen in films. "Did you have many men before me, Kate?"

"No, not many." She thought about it for a few seconds. "Four, no five."

" Were any of them big?"

"Not that I noticed."

"Well, were they bigger than me?"

"Simon was. But I can't remember much about the others.

"How much bigger?"

She was getting a tad irritated. "I don't know! Strangely enough I didn't have my tape measure with me on the Maldives. I seem to recall I had nowhere to put it!"

"Very funny, Kate. But it is a serious question."

"What is it with men? Why are you all so worried about the size of your dicks? Do you think that this is the only thing that matters?"

"Kate, you've seen enough films to know that porn stars are well hung. They're not in porn for their acting ability, are they? They're in it because they've got big cocks. That's why they're porn stars. I am thinking about you here. Look, it's not something men like to admit but my dick is not that big. Some of these guys could be three or four inches longer and maybe twice as thick as mine. Don't you think you ought to check if you can handle that sort of size?"

"That's an excellent idea, Joe. Do you have anyone suitable in mind? Or shall I put an ad in the local paper?" She smiled sweetly at me. 

The woman was impossible but I could not help smiling. "I was actually thinking about getting you a dildo, Kate. At least it'd give some idea what to expect."

She looked a little shame-faced. "Sorry, Joe. That is very thoughtful and considerate of you." She kissed me. "You really are a lovely man." 

The following morning I went on the Internet and having seen the myriad sex toys on offer, I settled for a non-vibrating lifelike dildo claimed to be modelled on, and endorsed by the porn star, Peter North.

Three days later it arrived. I removed the brown packaging and inspected the contents through the cellophane. They had sent what I'd ordered at least. Kate had already gone to work so I had the opportunity to have a good look at it. According to the blurb on the box it was almost eight inches long and two inches in diameter. I pulled off the cellophane and took it out of the cardboard box. It was made of a malleable milky white polyethylene or silicone that was soft to the touch. In fact it was surprisingly tactile. The shaft was veined and it even had a large scrotum that was so designed that it could, if necessary, be affixed to a flat surface. It was altogether a most impressive looking tool and, if it was authentic, Peter North was a very lucky man. I could not help wondering how mine compared. 

I went upstairs and promptly removed my trousers and underwear. I was not fully hard but it only took a few strokes to bring me to that condition. I held the dildo next to my erection and looked in the mirror. I tried all different angles but there was no escaping the reality. My dick was insignificant compared to the one modelled on Peter bloody North! 

I thought next about how I should introduce it to Kate. I mean it was hardly the sort of thing I could ask her to try on for size the minute she came through the door. I had to wait until she was in the mood. 

We were finishing our evening meal. That was one positive thing about being without a job. At least I had the time to learn to cook. And so far everything had been moderately edible. Tonight we'd had a vegetable bake. We had finished off a bottle of Californian Chardonnay and were feeling quite relaxed. 

"You're looking a bit tired, Kate. Why don't we have an early night? We can share a bath and then go to bed." I was being devious but I convinced myself it was for her own good.

We were snuggled up in bed, her bare bum nestling in my lower stomach, when I kissed her ear and gently blew down it. It was as if I had pressed a switch because she immediately turned round and pulled my face to hers. The next thing her tongue was in my mouth and her leg was hooked over my hip. I reached round and under her leg in order to play with her delightful little fanny. She was already wet. I managed to free myself so that I could move down the bed in order to kiss her fragrant femininity. I lapped at her clit too but I stopped when I felt she was getting close to her climax. 

"Don't stop, I'm nearly there." Her voice had that breathlessness to it. 

"I've got a surprise for you."

"A surprise? Can't it wait till we're finished?"

"No you'll like it now, I promise. Close your eyes and hold out your hands."

I switched the bedside lamp on before placing the dildo in them. "Allow me to introduce you to Mr North."

She laughed when she saw the size of it. "This has got to be a joke." But it was clear she was intrigued as she studied it in detail. She was holding it by the shaft and I noticed her fingers were not able to fully encircle it.

"What do you think?" I have to admit that I was somewhat apprehensive waiting for her reply. I was apprehensive? She was the one who ought to have been apprehensive! 

"It's got a nice feel to it but it's rather big, isn't it?"

"Yes it is Kate, but I wouldn't have thought it's any bigger than your average porn star. Do you want to try it out? There is some lubricant if you need it. Stuff called KY jelly." 

"I don't think I need any additional lubricant, Joe."

"Well why not give it a try, then?"

"All right, as long as I can do it at my own pace." 

She pushed the bedclothes down and placed a pillow under her backside. I adopted a kneeling position at the foot of the bed. She spread her legs and opened herself as she tried to insert the crown. It took a couple of minutes before her flesh dilated sufficiently for the whole crown to suddenly slip in. She groaned.

"Are you all right?"

She ignored me. With the head secure she could use both hands on the scrotum and she pushed a bit more of it into herself. There was now enough in there for her to be able to ease a little out. I could see the sheen on the shaft. She was right about not needing any lubrication. As she slid it back its momentum allowed her to take a fraction more.

"How does it feel?"

"Big!" She carried on working it in and out and a good half was now being accommodated. She had grimaced initially but it was now abundantly clear that she was deriving some pleasure from it. Soon my wife's little fanny had swallowed as much as three quarters of the huge phallus. Seeing her with her legs splayed, attempting to take still more of it was unbelievably erotic. My own dick was threatening to erupt without any assistance whatsoever. I watched fascinated as she continued to take more and more until it was totally imbedded in her, the plastic scrotum resting against her labia She paused for a moment before she eased out three quarters of it and then slowly reinserted it with a smooth gliding action. She did this a couple of times.

"Do you like it, Kate?"

"It's quite nice but I want a real one inside me now, Joe." She removed her new toy. It left quite a void as the crown slipped out. 

I attempted to fill the void. She was, however rather loose. 

I remembered that she hadn't climaxed earlier. "Finger yourself while I fuck you, Kate." For once I managed to get the timing right and as she was in the throes of her climax I was ejaculating into her. We kissed in that sleepy post coital afterglow. "I love you, Kate. I love you so much."

"And I love you too, Joe." 

"So, what do you think of your new toy?"

"Well, let's just say I can see its attractions but I still prefer yours, Joe." 

"You may want to check that you can get it in your mouth as well."

She turned on her side. "You'd like that wouldn't you?"

She didn't actually answer the question but I decided not to labour the point.

"Goodnight, Joe." She kissed me once more. 

"Goodnight, Kate. See you in the morning." I switched the bedside light off.

She spoke again. "Goodnight, Mr North."



What Kate Did Ch. 04



It all happened surprisingly quickly. Three weeks after Kate’s audition we were in Jamaica. It appeared that no expense had been spared on the accommodation. We were staying in a large private villa near Savanna-la-Mar on the south of the island. The villa and its extensive grounds were screened from view by dense vegetation. There was a good size pool on the large terrace that overlooked the azure blue Caribbean. Steps led down to a private beach, just a short walk through the palm trees. It was idyllic or it would have been until we pulled up. Then the tranquillity was shattered. It was organised chaos as we disembarked from the minibus and the technicians began unloading the van that contained their equipment.

As I stepped through the imposing entrance Greg, the producer was holding forth. He was about forty, with a shock of grey hair, and had an air of quiet authority. He had a clipboard in his hand and was ticking off names, determining who would be sleeping where. There were three girls including Kate and they would be sharing one room. Greg had a room to all to himself. He wasn’t just pulling rank; it would also be used for some of the filming. A bedroom was allocated to the three male performers and the rest of us had to doss down on individual camp beds in the remaining three bedrooms. 

We had been travelling for some hours and Greg said that we could have the rest of the afternoon to ourselves. In the general confusion I managed to talk to Kate and we agreed we’d have a swim. I’d hardly spoken to her since we’d got on the plane as Greg had insisted she sit next to him. Some people were already in the water and it was obvious no one was bothering with swimwear. As we stepped out on to the terrace I noticed an attractive slim blonde. She would have been gamine, were it not for her rather obvious silicone enhanced breasts. She had a short spiky haircut and was wearing large hooped earrings. I would have put her in her late twenties. She stood on the pool edge and dived in. I did likewise, whilst Kate gingerly descended the pool steps. 

I was mindful that sound carries over water so I spoke quietly. “Is everything alright?”

She nodded. “It’s fine. I’m sharing a room with Colette, over there. She’s very friendly. I think the make-up girl is also in with us but I haven’t spoken to her yet. What about you?”

“There are five camp beds in my room. It’s like being back at school.” 

We swam a couple of lengths together. “I quite like swimming without anything on Kate, don’t you?”

She went to reply but got a mouthful of water and started coughing instead. She couldn’t continue. 

Colette was nearby. “Are you all right?”

She was smiling between the coughs. “I swallowed some water.” 

“ Best not to.” She turned to me. “You’re the writer aren’t you?” Her teeth looked very white against her olive skin

“Yes, I am. The name’s Joe, by the way.”

“Hi, Joe, nice to meet you. Now Kate, come with me and you can meet two of the guys you’ll be working with.” The little mermaid swam away, revealing a very fetching rose tattoo on the cheek of her pert backside. She surfaced just in front of the two men who were sitting on the edge of the pool with their feet in the water, catching the late afternoon sun. 

“Hey, you two, don’t go getting your dicks sunburnt. I don’t want to have to go easy on you because you’re sore!”

“Don’t you worry, Colette. I’ll still fuck your brains out, with or without sunburn!” 

She smiled sweetly at him. “Well no one’s ever going to fuck yours out, Rudi, are they; but that’s only because you haven’t got any!”

Colette glanced round as the splashing indicated our arrival. “Let me introduce everyone. This is Kate and this is Joe. He’s a writer. Kate, this is Tom and Rudi, our co-stars.” She had an impish grin on her face. “As you can see, Kate, we’re making a horror film! ”

“You’re pushing your luck, Colette.” Tom was smiling. “Anyway, nice to meet you Kate. Hello Joe.”

Rudi nodded a greeting. Colette was wide of the mark, especially as far as Tom was concerned. He was good looking and had a warm welcoming smile. He looked after himself too. There was not an ounce of fat on him. Rudi, on the other hand, was more thickset. His hair was longer than Tom’s but not as dark. He too smiled but it was not reflected in his eyes

“Hello.” As I continued treading water I was at eye level with their dicks. Tom’s was certainly impressive, maybe not quite as big as Kate’s dildo, but there wouldn’t have been much in it. Rudi’s was not quite as long but was a tad thicker. His balls were definitely bigger, though. 

Tom continued. “Had you read your script Kate? You and me are in the beach scene together.” Hearing this Kate could not resist another glance at his dick. Neither could I!

Greg appeared on the terrace.

“Oh there you are Kate. I’ve been looking for you. I’m sorry to spoil your fun but there are one or two things we need to work on. Can you dry yourself off and come in at once please?”

“OK.” She swam to the steps and climbed out. Tom and Rudi eyed her full natural breasts, her erect nipples and her dark triangle. She picked up a towel and was drying herself as she went inside.

Rudi was mimicking Greg. “One or two things to work on? I know the first thing she’ll be working on!” 

“Well,” said Tom, “she is rather nice. I’d do the same I must admit.”

Colette turned to me. “He needs to talk to her because he has to make sure she’s familiar with the different positions he wants when we’re all filming. He will also go through the signals.”

“Signals?”

“Yes. Suppose your partner is hurting you. You need to be able to get the message across without it being obvious. Say I am a bit too enthusiastic when I’m doing a reverse cowgirl. Remember in that position I cannot see his face. He has to be able to let me know otherwise he’ll come too soon and the scene is ruined.”

“Yes, Colette, but you’re not suggesting he’s not going to give her one?” It wasn’t quite a sneer on Rudi’s face.

“No, I expect he will. I was just trying to explain to Joe how it works, that’s all.” 

Watching Kate walk naked into the villa, knowing that she was going alone to his room and would, in all probability, shortly be on the end of his dick, caused me real anguish. It would be the first time she’d been with anyone else since I’d known her. Yet it was all so illogical. She was here to make a porn film for Heaven’s sake. What did I expect her to do? 

Was I upset because she was doing it in private? Would it be more acceptable if she were in front of the camera? I couldn’t think straight. I must have swum dozens of lengths whilst I tried to collect my thoughts. 

We were all having dinner on the terrace. Kate was sitting next to Greg on one table, whilst I was on the other. I had seen her as she walked out on to the terrace, wearing a white blouse and a short blue skirt. It was clear from the way her breasts gently swayed that she had not bothered with a bra. I surreptitiously studied their body language to try and ascertain if he had already fucked her.

A woman sat down next to me. She was in her early forties. She had platinum blonde hair but her eyebrows were dark. She had a slightly hard face but she still had a nice shape though. Her cleavage was certainly impressive.

“Hello, I’m Joe.”

“Hi, Joe. Colette said that you’re a writer. I’m Jan, the makeup girl. I used to be a performer but age catches up with everyone.” There was a brief rueful smile.

We continued our conversation over a surprisingly good meal considering we had only arrived a few hours earlier.

“So what does your job entail, Jan?” 

“Well, obviously the ladies like to look their best so I make up their faces as well as do their hair. And I don’t just mean the hair on their head. These days the punters like to see everything so I keep their labia clean-shaven. Being bisexual it’s a nice job. You’d be surprised how many women are turned on when I’m working down there. 

“What else do I do? The ladies administer their own anal douches but I am meant to check that they are scrupulously clean before the shoot. If a stud loses his erection it is usually my job to get him hard again. I tell you I’ve sucked more dicks than you could ever imagine. Otherwise, I just make polite conversation at the dinner table!”

“I would never have thought about these things.”

“You’re not alone. Most people don’t think about what goes on behind the scenes. Our contribution is never mentioned. But I get laid as often as I want so I’m not complaining. With any luck I’ll have one of the technicians tonight. If I’m really lucky I’ll have two of ‘em!”

I admired her frankness and raised my glass to her. “Good luck then Jan.”

Greg got to his feet and called for attention.

“Hello everyone. I’ll try to keep this short. I hope you’re all settled in. Firstly I want to welcome you all, especially our new performer, Kate. This is her first shoot and I’m sure you will all want to help her as much as you can. I think she’s going to be a star performer.”

Rudi called out. “You should know!”

There was some laughter and Kate went red. 

“Thank you for that, Rudi. Anyway getting back on track, I should also welcome Joe, too. He is writing a book about our industry and is here to see what happens when we make a film. Which brings me to the main subject. You’ve all got the script. We start tomorrow morning at 10 am. We’ll be doing the beach scene which involves, you Tom,” he nodded to him, “and Kate. If all goes well and time permits we will also shoot the scene with Colette, Wayne and Rudi. If you are not actively involved please remember to keep the noise down and not to use the pool whilst we are shooting. He raised his glass. “So let’s drink to a successful shoot. ” 

“He’s one of the best producers around. He knows this business inside out.” Jan put her glass down. “Did you know that he used to be a stud?”

“Really?”

“Oh yes. And he was good, too. I know because I have worked with him. He was very popular with the girls, but the studios also rated him. It was because of his staying power and the fact that he could virtually come to order. That is a great asset in our business.”

“And now he is working on the other side.”

“Yes. And for someone like Greg it is perfect. He is able to fuck anyone he wants to. See that girl next to him, um…Kate… well, I bet you she’ll be sleeping with him tonight. She won’t be getting much sleep, though.”

I glanced across at them but they were in deep conversation. I went back to Jan. Now that she had started talking she didn’t want to stop.  

“Do you know Wayne?”

I shook my head. 

“He is the one next to Greg. He is not that much to look at but he has a really big cock and the biggest balls I’ve ever seen. I have never known anyone produce so much cum. But he is a bit peculiar. He doesn’t really mix with the rest of us. He is obsessed with his cock. He takes vitamin supplements because he believes they increase the volume of cum that he shoots. And he is always eating bananas because he thinks that will improve the texture and colour.”

“What about Tom?” I couldn’t resist asking about him. After all, he would be performing with Kate. 

“He’s a real sweetie. He’s got a lovely technique. And all the girls like working with him because he always wants his partner to enjoy herself too. I believe the new girl is working with him tomorrow. She could do a lot worse, believe me.”

I wanted to ask her more but people began to get up from the table. I glanced at my watch, and was surprised to see how late it was. One of the cameramen came over to Jan and whispered in her ear. She smiled at me as she stood up before following him indoors. Greg and Kate were also on their feet. He turned to speak to someone and Kate sneaked a glance in my direction. I smiled at her and was rewarded with a mouthed ‘goodnight’. I went into the lounge in time to watch her disappear into Greg’s bedroom. The door was firmly shut behind her. Jan’s prediction had been correct.

Although I was rather tired, the spectre of Kate being fucked by Greg in such close proximity dispelled any thought of sleep. Most people had headed off to bed and eventually only Colette, sitting next to me on the sofa, and Wayne remained. Colette would have gone to bed herself, but for the fact that Jan was still noisily screwing the cameraman in there. Colette was wearing a stringed top and a short black skirt. Her nipples poked through the top in a most provocative way. 

“I think I’ll go to bed.” I hadn’t heard Wayne speak all evening. I was unprepared for what he did next. He stripped off and stood in front of us both. Jan was right; he was very big indeed. In fact he was standing so close to me that his genitalia seemed to fill my immediate vision.

“Anyone want to suck it before I go?”

“That’s a very kind offer Wayne,” I said, “but no thank you.” Colette just shook her head.

Wayne acted as if we had just politely declined his offer to make us a cup of tea. “I’ll say ‘goodnight’ then.” He picked up his shorts and left. 

Colette couldn’t contain her laughter. 

I looked at her “That was quite a chat-up line of Wayne’s. I’ll have to remember that.”

“I don’t think that approach would work, Joe. You need a big dick for that.”

“Do you mean that you have to have a big dick or that you need to be a big dick?”

“Wayne qualifies on both counts,” she said, “you don’t qualify on either. Sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude.”

I tried to make light of the situation. “Now you know why I am a reporter and not a stud. Talking of reporting, have you worked with Wayne before?”

“Yes a couple of times.”

“If you don’t mind my asking, how do you cope with a dick that size? There’s not much of you.”

“It’s not as difficult as you might think. I can take it all as long as he doesn’t try and push it in all at once. I’ve even had anal sex with him. The biggest problem with Wayne is that he comes so much. He came in my mouth the first time and I thought I was going to choke. I ruined the whole scene by coughing.”

“And you have a scene tomorrow. Are you looking forward to it?” 

“Yes, I really am. Do you know just talking about it makes me wet?” She pulled up her short skirt. She had nothing on underneath it. She was very smooth down there, just a thin landing strip of hair that ran from her lower stomach to within an inch of her opening. She parted her legs and inserted a finger in herself. She took it out and made a show of inspecting it. Even in the subdued lighting I could see that it was quite wet. 

I was then surprised for the second time in as many minutes. She placed her wet finger against my lips. And I opened my mouth to it! The next moment we were kissing. I reached down to touch her. “I’m sorry I can’t let you fuck me but I will suck you off.”

She knelt down and quickly unzipped me. She opened her mouth and swallowed my length in one smooth motion. And then she began to fuck my cock with her mouth. She had a wonderful technique and soon I was on the verge of coming. She must have recognised the signs too. She repositioned herself so that she could still keep the crown in her mouth but was now able to stroke the shaft as well. And in this position I could see everything. She was able to look at me too and was staring into my eyes all the time I was ejaculating. She only released me when she felt I was finished. 

I don’t know how much semen I deposited in her mouth but there must have been a fair amount. She was still staring at me when she swallowed it all. I know she said she’d suck me off, but I never thought this she’d go this far. 

“I did that because I shouldn’t have been rude to you.” She had that impish look on her face again

Colette was a really nice girl. And I adored that little tattoo on her bum. But she wasn’t Kate, and it was Kate that I wanted above all else.



What Kate Did Ch. 05



It was the morning of her shoot. I don’t know if the tension was getting to Kate but it was certainly getting to me. I had only managed a fitful sleep and was already showered and dressed before dawn. I was sitting on the terrace listening to the tide breaking on the shore a short distance away. As dawn began to break the intimidating murky shadows were revealed to be nothing more sinister than ornamental shrubs, the threatening shapes at the water’s edge merely mangroves. In the half-light I ambled down to the water’s edge. There is a tranquillity about a beach at this time of day. It would certainly be different once they commenced shooting in a few hours time. My thoughts turned to the film.

She had been sent the script a couple of days before we left. A husband, played by Tom and his wife, played by Colette are on holiday in Jamaica. They make love but subsequently have a big argument and she walks out on him. She goes to a bar where two men, played by Rudi and Wayne pick her up. Her husband goes out to look for her but instead finds a girl who is sunbathing alone on a deserted beach. That was Kate’s role. He shows her a picture of his wife and asks if she has seen her. She hasn’t of course, but this being a porn film, she lets him fuck her by way of consolation! Later on Kate spots his wife and tells her that her husband is looking for her. The wife is very grateful and a girl on girl scene ensues. Finally the husband appears and it turns into a threesome. At the time it had seemed somewhat fanciful but now, having seen the other performers, it was all too real.

It was still not too late! She could still pull out. Of course they’d be angry but so what. It didn’t matter if she’d had sex with Greg either. Well that’s not true; it did matter to me, but at least whatever they’d done together would have been private. What she was about to do was anything but. There could be no going back after today. I resolved to speak to her immediately. Well no, she wouldn’t even be awake. I decided I’d go and see her in an hour. I lay down on the cool firm sand and closed my eyes. The sound of the sea washing over the sand was very soothing.

“Oh, it’s you, Joe. You had us all going there for a minute. We thought a dead body had been washed up!” I opened my eyes. One of the technicians was standing over me. I squinted as I looked up at him silhouetted against the bright sky. The sun was up and the beach was now a hive of activity as the crew prepared for the shoot. I looked at my watch. It was nine-thirty. Damn! There wasn’t much time left. I quickly headed back to the villa.   

I was walking down the passageway when I heard Jan say something and I stopped in my tracks. She was the bathroom but the door was open and the slightly reverberant sound carried to me quite clearly. “Kate’s almost ready, Greg. We’ve only got to get her dressed. You didn’t make it any easier for me by the way.” 

“What do you mean?”

“Shooting your load in her of course! You knew she was on set first thing this morning. It’s a bit irresponsible to say the least. You’d be the first to complain if anyone else did such a thing.” 

“Yes, I know, Jan. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done it. I just got carried away. She’s so nice and tight.”

She addressed him as if he were an errant child. “I think you’re getting worse as you get older, Greg.”

“You might be right about that. Anyway you won’t forget what I said about her bikini top, will you, Jan? I want her tits to bounce when she walks. And you’ll send her out as soon as she’s ready, please.”

He came out of the bathroom and saw me. I thought for a moment that he was about to say something but he just nodded as he strode past.

The door was still open and I glanced in. Given the topic of their discussion, I was certainly not expecting to see Kate and I was more than a little surprised to find her sitting in a chair as Jan busied herself around her. On a tray next to her were numerous mascaras, eye shadows and lipsticks. “Morning all,” I volunteered. “How are things going in there?”

“Jan looked up. “Morning, Joe. Come in and see for yourself. I think our Kate is going to be a knockout, don’t you?” She stepped back to scrutinise her handiwork.

Jan was not wrong. Kate’s make up was spot on, and had the impending shoot been for a cosmetics company’s sales brochure, rather than for an adult film, it would have been no surprise. Her hair was perfect too, having for the most part been combed up, save for two strands that coiled down to the nape of her neck. Understated silver drop earrings completed the picture. The faded white housecoat she wore was the only indication that she was not yet ready to face the cameras.

“It’s time to get dressed now Kate. I’ll just get your outfit.” Jan hurried out.

“How are you feeling?” My own mouth was dry.

“Nervous as hell. Will you stay with me, Joe?”

“Of course I will. You can still pull out, you know.”

“I can’t Joe. Look, this is just a job and I’m being paid good money for it; money that Jamie desperately needs. It won’t alter anything between us; you’re the man I love.”

“I love you too, Kate.” 

We could hear Jan and she reappeared carrying a hangar on which a blue bikini was clipped. Kate stood up and stepped out of the housecoat. Jan had been busy ‘down there’ as she put it and had depilated her pubis leaving a narrow triangle that started an inch above her opening and ran for maybe two inches. It was no more than an inch wide at the top. Although this hair had been cut quite short it still afforded a marked contrast to the freshly defoliated areas. A fine silver chain adorned her lower waist.

She stepped into the bikini bottoms and eased them up her legs. They were of the high cut variety, swooping down at the front to reveal as much as decency allowed, whilst the rear strip nestled between her cheeks, and flared out to full width at the top. Although her cleft was just about covered, it was nonetheless clearly delineated as the thin material clung to her like a second skin.

She leant forward and cupped her breasts in the bikini top. She fastened it and looked at herself in the mirror. I studied both the image in the mirror and the view from the rear. God, I was such a lucky man; this divine creature was my wife. 

Just then Tom poked his head round the door.

“Is anyone else coming in?” Jan asked. “It’s getting like Piccadilly Circus in here.”

“I just popped in to see if everything’s…” He stopped when he saw his screen partner. “You look fantastic, Kate. You really do.”

She smiled wanly at him, her nervousness clear for all to see 

Tom attempted to reassure her. “I know you haven’t done this before, Kate, but I have, and there is no need for you to worry about anything; you’ll do just fine. All you have to do is to follow my lead. I won’t hurt you, I promise. I will make sure you are really wet before I put it in. And even then I’ll only go in a bit at a time just in case. You know our scene ends with a facial? I will try to miss your mouth with the first two or three spurts but I have to get it on your face because that’s what the punters want. Please try and remember to keep your mouth open. And don’t forget to smile at the…”

She interrupted him. “I know what to do. Greg showed me a DVD. Anything else?” She seemed a bit curt but I think it was just the stress of the moment.

“That’s it really. Oh, and good luck!” The next moment he was gone.

It is really difficult to describe my feelings at that time. I was on edge already but hearing my wife and Tom discussing their forthcoming fuck in such matter of fact tones was endangering my health. I had never known my heart to pound so.

The chance of an imminent heart attack was made no less likely when Jan next spoke. “All right my dear, it’s time for your debut. We can’t put it off any longer.”

I followed them out on to the terrace and down the steps. We had to take care to avoid the cables that led down to what appeared to be the control centre. A number of the crew were standing around talking under an improvised canopy, made of sheets and tied to adjacent trees. The beach itself was deserted save for one man who was raking over the imprints left by the crew when they had been setting things up. Of course! The scene was meant to take place on a deserted beach and a series of footprints would strike a jarring note. 

Greg was giving some last minute instructions to Kate. “I want you to walk down to the beach. Do you see that small black stone directly ahead. I want you to walk to it but don’t make it obvious. We’ll be filming you from behind. Don’t forget to swing your arse but don’t overdo it. You’re not a hooker; you’re a girl who’s here for peace and solitude. That’s why you’ve chosen to sunbathe on a deserted beach, OK?” He didn’t wait for her answer. “Right everyone we’re just about ready. Can we have some silence please?” He smiled at her. “Are you ready, Kate?”

“Yes.” There was just a hint of a tremor in her voice.

“Good luck, girl.” Colette gave her the thumbs up.

“OK team…three, two, one and action!”

I watched Kate as she walked on to the beach, a towel under her arm. She swayed her hips in the most enticing way, the skimpy bikini, concealing so little, served only to enhance her sex appeal. She reached the appointed spot.

“Cut!” 

For a moment I wondered why and then the reason became apparent. A cameraman was going to film the same action but from the front instead. Kate returned to her starting place whilst the man with the rake removed their footprints.

Greg was again talking to her. “That was very good. Now just take your top off a moment please.” He looked around. “Jan!”

“I’m here.” She took out a damp sponge from a cool box and immediately pressed it against Kate’s nipples. She shuddered at the shock but it had the desired effect; they were now hard and prominent. 

“You can put your top back on now.” She did as Greg had instructed. Her erect nipples threatened to pierce the thin material. “That looks a lot better.” He placed his hands under her breasts and bounced them. “That’s fine. Now when you walk down this time try and bounce them like I’ve just done. Three, two, one and action!”

The sunshade above the monitors was quite effective and I could clearly see the image from the camera in front of her as she retraced her steps. Her delectable cleavage looked fabulous and her breasts bounced exactly as Greg had hoped. He was a professional and the incredibly sexy image demonstrated the fact. He spoke into his radio mike. “Zoom in on those tits, Frank. Yes, that’s right. OK…and cut! So far, so good. The punters will all have hard ons and we haven’t even started yet!” 

The next take was soon under way. Kate was sitting down on the towel facing the sea. She removed her top. Her perfect breasts were revealed to the camera and to the team huddled round the monitor. Soft, full, and beautifully shaped, they were irresistible. The gentle sea breeze played on her nipples, keeping them erect. 

The last shoot in this sequence was of her laying on her front with her legs slightly parted. The cameraman was also prostrate and was thus able to get a great clip of her backside, of the peachy texture of her firm round cheeks, and also of the satin smooth skin of her inner thighs. 

“Cut!” 

After a short break filming resumed. It was now time for the ‘husband’ to appear. Kate was standing up looking out to sea when Tom, clad in just a pair of white shorts, walked up to her from the opposite direction.

“Excuse me.” 

She feigned shock at his sudden appearance. “What do you want?” She made a passable attempt to sound afraid. “I don’t have any money on me.” 

“I don’t want your money. I don’t want anything from you. I’m looking for my wife. We had a fight and she ran out. Have you seen her? This is what she looks like.” He handed her a photograph and she took it from him. She shook her head as she returned it.

He sank to his knees and put his hands to his face. “What am I going to do?” He acted overcome.

“Don’t get upset. She’s bound to turn up.” She sounded sympathetic and she showed it too, by putting her arms on his shoulders and allowing him to rest his face on her bare bosom. My mouth was dry, my heart was again pounding; this was it!

The next moment she too was kneeling on her beach towel and they were kissing passionately. It was now that skill of the two cameramen would come into play as they set out to capture everything that happened between the young couple. The soundman also had his work cut out, holding an extended boom mike to catch the sounds of their lovemaking. I was not quite close enough to see exactly what they were doing, but I only had to glance at the monitors for all to be revealed.

They were still kissing but now Tom’s hand was caressing her breast, gently tweaking her nipple whilst their tongues cavorted. Tom, good as his word, gently eased her on to her back. He lay alongside, still continuing to kiss her, but now able to reach down between her legs and stroke her mound through the thin fabric of her bikini bottoms. She eased her legs apart a fraction, just enough in fact, to give him enough room to slide his hand inside the waistband and to touch her directly.

I heard Greg talking on his radio mike. “Stay on her snatch, Frank. Gary, zoom in closer on their mouths.” 

It may have been my imagination but she seemed to kiss him with even more passion once his fingers touched her secret place. He responded in kind before moving down to suck on her nipples. He held one in his teeth and delicately pulled it, kneading her other breast whilst he did so. Then he moved further south, traversing her abdomen, and briefly toying with her silver chain, before alighting on her mound. His probing tongue faithfully followed the contours of her cleft. One of the monitors showed her face. I had seen this expression many times. She was excited. 

“Stay on her face, Gary.”

Tom knelt between her legs and grasped the sides of her bikini bottoms. In a practised movement he pulled them over her hips whilst simultaneously easing her legs up and bringing them together. He quickly hooked the bottoms over her feet and they were gone. Holding her by the ankles, he stared at her as he gently parted her legs. She was now open to the soft breeze, open to the camera and open to his questing tongue. The picture was so sharp it was possible to discern her clit pulsating.

“That’s a great shot, Frank.”

She was breathing fast too; you could tell by the rise and fall of her breasts. She was getting turned on and she wasn’t the only one. To my shame I realised that my prick was fully erect. But something special was taking place. Even the crew were watching intently and one would have imagined that they would have been inured to such things by now. Colette, too, appeared to be transfixed by the events unfolding in front of us.

Tom was still looking at Kate as he began to tongue her. He was taking his time; seemingly savouring her flavour as trawled her slit back and forth. A minute or so later he paused and lifted his head. A camera zoomed in and the screen was filled with a close-up of Kate’s glistening hairless labia. 

“Stay with that shot, Frank.”

Fingers eased the lips apart revealing the pink inner flesh awash with her secretions. Tom continued to hold her open as his tongue penetrated her. He began to lap at her clitoris.

“Gary, zoom in on her face!” 

Her face, filling the screen as it did, said it all. There was no need to look at the other monitor to know what she was doing. You only had to look at her expression to see someone in the throes of overwhelming sexual passion.

“Gary, fade…and cut! Good work, Frank. Phew! I think we could all do with a short break. I don’t know about you guys but I could certainly do with some water. Take fifteen everyone. There is cold water in the cool box. Will you get some for our performers, Joe?” 

Performers and crew sought out the welcoming shade of the canopy. Tom still had his shorts on but Kate was naked. Jan handed her a white housecoat and a chair was offered to her. She averted her eyes when I gave her a bottle of iced water and I guessed it was embarrassment. Tom just grabbed his from me and took a long noisy swig. Kate, on the other hand, was far more genteel. Genteel, however, would not necessarily have been the first adjective to mind, looking at the way she was sitting in the chair 

The housecoat was only fastened at the waist. It had parted below and because her legs were not tight together, everything was on show. It was not brazen by any stretch of the imagination and she probably reasoned that since everyone there had just been watching her being licked out by the man alongside her, any pretence of modesty would have been ridiculous. It probably helped in cooling herself down too; she had certainly looked in need of it at the end of the shoot. Jan was making some running repairs to her make up.

“She did really well, Joe, didn’t she?” She was holding a lipstick in her mouth but was nevertheless still able to talk. 

I could sense Kate’s tension as she waited to hear what I was going to say. I didn’t prolong her anxiety. “I thought she was brilliant.” Her relief was palpable. Colette now came up to offer her congratulations and soon the three of them were chatting away together. 

Tom was also talking to someone. I found myself staring at his mouth. A short while ago that mouth had been between her legs, had tasted her juices and had all but brought her to a shattering orgasm. He seemed totally unaware of the privilege that had just been afforded to him. He was acting as if what had just happened was an everyday mundane occurrence! 

“Right everyone, it’s time to get back to work!

Tom waited whilst Kate slipped off her housecoat and made ready to return to the ‘set’, the set in this case being the beach towel. As she went past Greg lightly tapped her bare bum in a gesture of encouragement. 

“Well I think we can safely say, our new girl has got over her nerves.” 

I knew it was Jan, but I didn’t turn my head to acknowledge her; my eyes remained on Kate. Her svelte backside never failed to captivate me, even after five years. “Yes, Jan, you’re possibly right.”

“Possibly? I’d say definitely! She just told me that if she’d been any wetter in that last scene, Tom would have drowned!”



What Kate Did Ch. 06



The scene was to open with Kate on her knees giving him oral sex. They would then fuck in a variety of positions before the ‘money’ shot when he would come on her face.

The people on the beach were getting themselves organised. Kate, who had her back to me, was already in position in front of her co-star. The senior of the two cameramen, Frank, was settling down on an empty beer crate, which had been placed to the side of the couple and about three feet away. Gary, standing alongside, appeared to be sharing a joke with the soundman. I glanced at the monitor. Kate was looking up at Tom as if seeking reassurance.

Greg checked that everyone was ready. “Three, two, one and action.”

I continued watching the screen. Kate hadn’t moved and for a moment I thought something might be wrong but then she looked up at Tom and smiled at him. Her hand went to his shorts and she carefully unzipped him. I watched her hand; the same hand that had stroked my face so many times; reach into his shorts and reappear a moment later clasping his semi-erect cock. By the time she’d put the tip to her lips it was fully erect. It was a big cock too. I had an infallible yardstick against which to make such a judgement. I knew how mine looked in her hand, and it looked nothing like the one she was now holding. Tom shimmied, his shorts dropped to his ankles, and he stepped out of them.

I suppose a professional such as Greg would have been pleased at the composition of the shot. A very pretty naked woman was holding a large, and it has to be said rather photogenic, cock against her lips. Her naked bust and extended nipples lent further interest. And if that weren’t enough, the backdrop was the palm-fringed Caribbean, the shallow water now assuming a turquoise hue. 

How could I be so anxious one minute, yet so excited the next? How could I be wishing that she wouldn’t have to do this, yet find myself becoming erect when it did happen? And it really was happening; my naked wife was kneeling before a naked stranger, holding his shaft in one hand, and cradling his heavy balls in the other. And she was just about to take him in her mouth. I know it was all for Jamie, but how could she really think of this as ‘just a job’? Kate was an emotional person. How could she be so intimate with this man and not become emotionally involved?

She looked up at his face and smiled before opening her mouth and engulfing his crown. Initially she appeared to be in some discomfort, but soon she was sucking it in earnest. Her hand was busy too, playing up and down his thick shaft. 

I adored watching the expression on her face when she was sucking me. Here, because her mouth was stretched so wide, her features were all but unrecognisable. I guessed her jaw must have started to ache because she released him. Frank zoomed in and got another inspired shot. Tom’s prick, looking disproportionately large, loomed over her upturned face. It looked for all the world as if she were paying homage to it. The next moment she was licking his underside, from the base amidst the neatly trimmed pubic hair, to the still wet bulbous crown.

In my intense concentration, I hadn't even thought to look at the other monitor. The second camera afforded a different perspective, and was filming her from above. It was incredibly arousing to see her looking up at him from underneath his cock. 

“Cut!” It was with a sense of relief that I heard Greg’s voice. The sexual tension had been almost unbearable. I needed the break. And from the look on her face just now, so did Kate. But of course, she was only acting, or was I deluding myself? Was there another far more likely reason? Could it be that she really was getting excited? I wouldn’t have long to find out; it was only going to be a short pause. 

Kate now lay down on her back, her head towards the sea. She was still naked, but her legs were together. It was a relatively demure pose, but was nonetheless highly erotic. Tom was standing at her feet facing her. The crew were ready too. Frank was already pointing his camera at her.

“Three, two, one and action!”

I stared entranced at the screen as his lens paid tribute to her body. Dwelling initially on the mid blue nail varnish of her toes, it panned over her dainty ankles, over her long lean legs, and paused on her neatly trimmed mons veneris. Soon it was gliding over her smooth rounded stomach, over her taught midriff, skirting the erect nipples of her slightly goose pimpled breasts, before finally coming to rest on her face. Frank switched to a wider angle to get a view of Tom from the rear. You could tell he worked out. He was lean, trim and had a tight firm butt, something that Kate had always liked in a man. Frank, adopting a similar technique to that used previously, moved forward to again project the scene through the eyes of Tom

Kate looked at him and smiled and then, whilst continuing to smile at him she just spread her legs and brazenly offered herself. It was such a simple gesture in itself, but so symbolic. Her wanton warm wet womanhood was there for the taking. 

Tom fell to his knees between her parted thighs. I looked at the other screen and saw him holding his cock and directing it to her opening. Kate arms were at her sides; she was offering him her breasts as well as her fanny. Frank was on his side shooting between Tom’s legs. He zoomed in and the screen was filled with the image of his cock pressing against Kate’s labia. 

My mouth was so dry I couldn’t even swallow. There had been a relentless inevitability about this moment of truth. The clock had been running from the time that Kate had met up with her old chum from ‘Penthouse’.

Tom pushed at her and her labia lips parted slightly. I glanced at the monitor showing her face. Her eyes were shut and she appeared to be biting her lower lip. I returned to her other lips, to the engorged glistening labia that were continuing to part under the inexorable pressure of his cock. They suddenly yielded and the whole of his crown was immediately lodged within her. He remembered his promise to her and he paused to allow some time for her inner membranes to dilate. Her eyes were still closed but her pained expression was slowly becoming less marked as her body began to adapt to the invader.

She opened her eyes and stared at him. There was no need for words; Tom knew what she wanted. I watched as his powerful pulsating prick sank inch by inch into her soft feminine flesh. At last he was completely inside her. Her velvet glove had opened to his iron fist.

I looked at the other monitor. Even though I now had a raging hard-on, I still entertained a forlorn hope that I might find her indicating that it had all been a terrible mistake, and that she wanted him to withdraw. But even this faint hope was dashed when I saw a woman smiling at her new lover and encouraging him to continue. I alternated between the two images. I watched him sliding a third of the way out and oh so slowly easing it all the way back in; I watched my wife indicating that it had pleased her. He withdrew about halfway and sank back in with slightly more force. She momentarily closed her eyes but her message was clear; she liked it. She reached up to touch his face. I felt as if I couldn’t breathe.

He began to fuck her. His strokes were measured and considerate but gradually he increased both tempo and power. Soft mewing sounds began to come over the loudspeaker; sounds that grew in intensity as he continued to power into her. Frank had managed to get a camera up quite close to their conjoined organs and the sight of his huge shaft plunging her depths was electrifying. Kate seemed dismayed when he stopped, but quickly realised that it was just a momentary pause to allow a change of position.

Tom settled on his back, whilst she squatted over him in the reverse cowgirl position. She reached down between her legs and grasped his slippery shaft. She positioned it at her entrance and sank down on it, impaling herself in one smooth movement. The shot that followed was inspired. She was leaning backwards with her hands resting on Tom’s waist and with her legs spread wide. This position made her beautiful breasts even more prominent and the expression on her face revealed a woman hungry for sex. Her little fanny, stretched tight round the crown of his oversized cock, provided the focal point. She began to ride him. It was amazingly erotic to watch because, in effect, she was screwing him. I had to admit that they did look good together. This was not mere porn; this was a sexual fusion of two perfect bodies, bodies that were made to fuck each other. Hang on, what was I saying? This was my wife!

Tom whispered something in her ear and she dismounted. As he slipped out of her, the camera showed a brief shot of the black hole that had once been her tight vagina. She assumed a position on all fours and Tom knelt behind her and reinserted it. There was now no need for caution and he didn’t observe any. He just pounded into her femininity, causing her soft round tits to sway with every juddering thrust. She moaned as each powerful impact forced the breath from her body. It was evident he could fuck her hard, but there was no way he could fuck her long and hard, and he signalled that he was about to come.

She remained on her knees but now she assumed an upright position. He stood up in front of her and began to masturbate. A camera zoomed in so that only his cock and her face were in shot. Her mouth was open as she waited for him. She didn’t have long to wait! He groaned and a thick strand of semen cannoned into her forehead. Another copious strand arced into her hair. A third wad hit her cheek whilst the next two jetted into her mouth. The last spurts carried to her breasts. Finally his emissions could only seep out of him. She took him in her mouth and this served to coax a little more from him. But he was near the end. His cock, whilst still as large as ever, was softening. She dragged it over her face, spreading his tribute everywhere. Still holding his cock she looked at the camera and smiled. It was not by any means a confident smile; it was at best a shy smile. But even though she had cum on her teeth, thick white strands of it in her hair, and globules dangling from her chin, she still looked lovely.

“Cut.” Even Greg seemed exhausted by what had just taken place. He looked slowly at the people around him. He seemed lost for words; well, maybe not completely lost. He came out with two that seemed to sum up the general consensus. “Fuck me!” 

A smattering of applause carried to us from the beach; the crew were clapping them as they left the ‘set’ and strolled back. She was holding her bikini and her unfettered breasts gently swayed, a motion made all the more enticing because she seemed oblivious to it. Tom was talking to her and as they drew near, he reached out to hold her free hand. I knew it was illogical, given what they had just been doing, but his affectionate gesture irritated me. Perhaps I was being unkind; maybe he was just giving her a bit of moral support for when she faced the rest of us. 

Greg was first out to meet her. “That was fantastic, Kate!” He was beaming with pleasure. “Well done!” 

“Yes, well done!” Jan handed her a towel and Kate began to wipe the semen from her face and breasts. “Actually dear, it’s all in your hair too. If I were you, I’d go and have a shower.” 

Kate slipped on her white housecoat and headed towards the villa. I had to speak to her, if only to reassure her. Or was I deluding myself? Perhaps it was because I needed her reassurance! In any event I made up my mind to follow her but I decided to leave it a few minutes so that it would not be obvious. 

“And you too Tom. Good work!” Greg exchanged high fives with him.

Tom nodded as he took the bottle of water from me. “Work? No, I couldn’t really call that work; that was sheer pleasure!” He turned to me with a mock gasp of horror. “I forgot! You’re a reporter. That last comment was off the record!” He did have a warm smile. “Are you picking up 

some good information for your report?"

“Will you two excuse me?” Greg said, “I need to prepare for this afternoon’s shoot.” 

“Sure! Greg." He raised his hand to him. "So Joe, what did you think?”

“Well, I read somewhere or other that good porn is when someone watching it would love to be in the position of the performer. On that basis, I would have loved to be in your shoes…er… I know you didn’t have any shoes on, but you know what I mean.” 

“I presume you mean,” he smiled again, “that you would have loved to be in Kate! Well you’re not wrong there, Joe. She is one sexy woman; great to look at and even better to fuck! She is going to be big. You mark my words.” 

“You think so?”

“Definitely. I’ve been in this game a while now and you instinctively know when the girls are just going through the motions. The punters might not notice it but we do. She was enjoying herself.” 

Part of me wanted him to stop talking but I also had an overwhelming urge to know more.

“How can you tell?”

“It’s usually a good sign if they’re wet, and she was very wet, believe me. She had a problem with my size,” he glanced down at himself, “because she’s not used to one this big, but once I got it in she really went for it. That is a girl who likes cock.” 

My heart was beating so loud he must have heard it above the sound of the distant tide. “It certainly sounds like it.” 

“But she’s still got a bit to learn, though. I don’t know if you saw it, but in the money shot she got two direct hits in her mouth.”

“Yes I did.”

“Well, when we finished shooting I asked her why she didn’t get rid of it. And do you know what she said? ‘She didn’t think she was allowed to!’” He laughed at her naiveté. “Now I’m going for a swim.” He had a contented air as he ambled away.

I looked at my watch. Kate must have been gone for fifteen minutes. I was hoping she’d still be in the villa. I was almost at her bedroom door when it opened and Greg came out. “She’s in there!” he said as he went past. 

‘She’s in there?’ Why did he say that? I hadn’t said I was looking for anyone. But I thought no more about it. For the first time in a couple of days I had the chance to talk to Kate alone. I walked into the room and was taken aback at the sight that confronted me. My wife was naked on the bed, on her back and with her legs wide open. Semen had pooled on the sheet beneath her. 

“Fuck me, Kate. Haven’t you had enough already for one bloody morning?”

She looked at me with a look of horror on her face. And then she began to cry. 

TO BE CONTINUED



What Kate Did Ch. 07



I was like a dog with a bone. “You didn’t answer my question, Kate. I said, ‘Haven’t you had enough cock yet?’”

She turned away from me and sobbed, her breasts heaving. There were tears in my eyes, too. Of course I was angry, but I knew I was being irrational. Greg had been screwing her since they’d arrived so what was different this time? Maybe it was the surprise element, yet why should I have been surprised? He would have overheard Jan suggesting that Kate take a shower and had excused himself from our discussion shortly thereafter. It had not occurred to me that he was going after her. Whose fault was that? The reality was I had been really stupid and I was simply venting my own frustration on her. And despite the fact that every time I opened my mouth to harangue her, I was only making things worse, I just couldn’t help myself. 

“Why are you crying, Kate? Is it because I’ve found you out? Or do you feel guilty because you obviously enjoyed yourself so much out there. Don’t tell me you didn’t, Kate. I could see it on the fucking monitors!” 

I regretted the last outburst the moment the words left my lips but it was too late. And who was I to condemn her for enjoying it? I had been sporting a hard-on for most of the shoot. Not only was I crassly insensitive and utterly illogical, but a dreadful hypocrite to boot. She looked so vulnerable too, curled up in the foetal position as she was. I sat down on the bed with my head in my hands. 

“I’m sorry, Kate, I shouldn’t have said that.” My voice was breaking. 

“I don’t blame you, Joe. I have been saying far worse things to myself, believe me.”

She looked over her shoulder at me. Her tears had caused her mascara to run and it had streaked down her cheek. 

“At least let me explain. Greg knows everything. He’s Pete’s partner; you know, the man at Hot Productions. Pete told him that you and I are married and the reason why I am doing this. Greg told me that he didn’t want you here but it seems that Pete, who has the major share of the company, insisted. Anyway, Greg is still unhappy about it. He is trying to provoke you, so that he can have a reason to get you off the set. It started at the airport when he made sure I was sitting next to him. Then he said he wanted to talk to me when we were in the pool yesterday. He insisted that I sit next to him last night. And also that I sleep with him.” 

“It didn’t seem like you needed much persuading!”

“That is a really nasty thing to say.”

“What do you expect me to say? It seems that every time I’ve seen you, you’ve got your legs wide open! And then when I saw you before the shoot you didn’t even mention it.”

“Oh yes, just like you didn’t mention Colette!”

“Kate, she put me in a very difficult situation.”

“Oh and mine isn’t, I suppose.” 

She closed her eyes for a couple of seconds. She was doing her level best not to cry. 

“I wanted to, but I was so wound up I couldn’t. Joe, do you honestly think that I would be doing this if I had any other choice? Greg is the producer. He is the man who will decide whether or not I make more films. We both know how important it is that I get the opportunity. He has made it expressly clear what he wants from me. Now if I don’t cooperate with him, what does that do for my chances? I don’t want you to get hurt, Joe, but it was your choice to be here. You didn’t have to be. May be if you hadn’t lost your job, I wouldn’t be here either… No, I’m sorry, that’s not fair.”

She began to weep.  

She was right and I deserved it. I had only been thinking about myself. I could only relate to events as they affected me. I had not even tried to see them from her point of view. 

“I take no pride in what I am doing, but at least I was prepared for it. It was no surprise, either when Greg told me that once the filming with Tom got under way, I would have to act as if I was really excited….”

“But you did get excited, Kate. I saw it with my own eyes.”

She ignored my interruption. 

“What I had not anticipated, had never entertained for one single moment, was that I might actually get turned on for real. And that’s what happened out there. I read somewhere that women have been known to get wet, even though they are being raped; they feel betrayed by their own body and experience a degree of self-loathing afterwards. Well I know just how they feel. I am sorry it has upset you so much Joe, but I couldn’t help it.” 

Her words devastated me; it was as if a knife had been thrust in my stomach. She had been sexually excited by a stranger, a good-looking, sympathetic and very well endowed stranger! She was again weeping as she turned away from me. What a bloody mess we were in!

She was still curled up with her legs closed tightly together. Greg’s semen continued to seep out of her puffy labia lips, but now it was trickling across her thigh and on to the bed. Even though she was full of his cum, this beautiful, naked vulnerable creature was the woman I adored above all else. I slipped off my shorts and lay down on my side next to her. I eased myself into her, eased being the operative word. There was no resistance whatsoever as I slipped into her hot wetness, the third man she’d had inside her, in the space of an hour. 

“I love you, Kate. Whatever happens I love you.”

She stretched her arm behind her and caressed my neck. “I’m so sorry, Joe.” 

I gently cupped her breast. “So am I Kate.” The next moment I was jetting into her. But it was not just the sexual release; I also felt free of my anger and anxieties. 

I was at peace with the world as I held her in my arms. I woke up and glanced at my watch. We’d been asleep for two hours. I shut the bedroom door quietly behind me in order not to wake her. 

I stepped out into bright sunlight. There was a huddle of people on the terrace at the far end of the swimming pool. I noticed the light deflectors first and then I saw the cameras too. Of course, they were shooting the second scene. As I approached I could see that Wayne was on his back sporting a huge hard-on whilst Colette, who was facing him, was getting herself in position to lower herself on to it. Wayne’s dick was perhaps an inch or so longer and slightly thicker than Tom’s but it did not have his classic shape, being somewhat smaller at the sharp end so to speak. However this was a more practical design given its overall size and thickness. Impractical, however would be the right word to describe his elongated scrotum and large heavy balls. Running without adequate support would have been nigh on impossible.  

“Can I have some more lube please, Jan?” Colette squeezed some onto her finger and inserted it into her vagina. Then she did the same to her anus. She looked over at Greg, her impish grin once more in evidence. “Houston,” she said into an imaginary microphone, “we’re ready for docking!”

Greg was barking out instructions. “Now remember what I said, Wayne. Let Colette slide down on you first and let her get herself comfortable before you start to move. We’ll give it a couple of minutes and then Rudi’s going to go in the back door. Frank, are you happy with that camera angle for the double penetration? You need to be down between Wayne’s legs shooting up at her crotch. Rudi, you will be standing over Frank, but it won’t matter. You won’t need height for this shot.” 

Jan came forward to touch up Colette’s lipstick. 

“Three, two one and action.” Colette gingerly lowered herself onto him. The head went in easily. She adjusted her position and slowly lowered herself on it. I know she’d said she could handle it, but I’d still not expected her to take it all in one smooth motion. Strange as it might seem there was an almost childlike innocence about her, an innocence made all the more plausible by the sweet little rose tattoo on her pert behind. It was thus all the more jarring when she slowly raised herself and revealed a thick heavily smeared dick lodged deeply inside her. She continued to ride him in this languorous way until Greg called a halt. She changed her position so that she could sit, rather than lay on him but they were still connected 

“I’m having a wood problem, here!” It was Rudi. He was stroking himself but he was not managing to achieve an erection. 

Jan went to work immediately. In essence she began to fuck him with her mouth, taking him in, releasing him and then taking him back in again. She was caressing his balls with one hand, whilst her other was between his legs and it would appear, although I could not see it, that she may have been fingering his anus. Whatever she was doing, it was succeeding, because his dick was getting stiffer.

“So you think that Oahu is the nicest of the Hawaiian Islands, do you Wayne? I’ve always preferred Maui. I’m going there again this year.” It seemed surreal that Colette, fully impaled on Wayne’s huge cock, should be discussing with him her forthcoming holiday in Hawaii. It was as if they were work colleagues, idly chatting at a break. But when I thought about it, that is exactly what they were. They were work colleagues having a break whilst waiting for Rudi’s erection to return.

“OK we’re ready, team.” Greg looked around at everyone.

Once more the cameras were rolling. Once more, Colette was leaning forwards; once more her puckered anus was exposed. Rudi came up behind her, his erection in his hand and pressed his tip against it. There was just a hint of lube outside, but evidently enough inside for her opening to dilate and for the crown of his cock to slip inside. I watched his buttocks contract as he sought to get deeper. I moved round to watch her face as he did so. It showed she was in some pain but it was obvious that it was not, by any stretch of the imagination, unbearable. Soon they were both fully inside her and fucking her in sequence. 

Rudi was the first to come. He pulled out and spurted over her back, his later emissions landing in the crease of her behind and trickling back into her open anus.

Colette then dismounted from Wayne and he stood up. She knelt down in front of him as he began to unload. Jan had told me that he was well known for the sheer quantity of semen and she wasn’t wrong. He seemed to go on and on. It was all over her face and chest by the time he had finished.

“Cut!”

“Wayne,” Colette looked up at him as the cum dripped from her chin, “what was the name of that hotel again in Oahu?”

We had finished dinner. Greg had said he wanted to talk to Kate and to me and we had gone to his room. I took the scotch that Greg offered. I looked around me. His bedroom was larger than the one I occupied, and I was sharing mine with four of the crew! 

“Cheers!” He raised his glass to us both.

“You said you wanted to talk to us.” I glanced at Kate perched alongside me on the bed. 

“Yes, Joe. Kate may have told you that I was dead against the idea of your being on the set.”

“Yes, she did mention it.”

“Well, I was wrong.” 

“That’s OK, Greg. We all get it wrong from time to time.” I raised my glass to show there were no hard feelings.

“You see Joe, I thought you might not be able to handle watching other men fuck this pretty little wife of yours here, but it seems that you can after all. In fact I’d go so far as to say you actually like watching her being fucked. It certainly looked that way this morning. That’s what I meant when I said I was wrong.” 

I looked at Kate. She seemed bemused by it all. 

Greg looked over his glass at me. “So is that what turns you on? Watching her?”

“Where is all this leading to, Greg?” Kate’s voice was soft but it was clear she expected an answer.

Greg smiled at her. “He likes to watch,” he said, nodding in my direction, “I like being watched, and you my dear, can’t seem to get enough of it. I would have thought it was pretty obvious. I want to fuck you in front of Joe. But trust me when I say I’m not out to humiliate him. I promise I will only do what you both want. And how will we know what he wants? There is an infallible way to find out. Just feel his dick, Kate. He might tell you a lie but his dick can’t.”

“That’s ridiculous!” She folded her arms. “Joe’s not like that.”

“Do you think so? Let’s test my theory then. Are you wearing knickers?”

“Yes I am.” She looked at me seeking my moral support.

“Joe,” I turned to face him, “would you like Kate to show them to me?” He paused for a moment. “Come on then Kate, what’s his answer?”

She reached out and touched me through my shorts. Disappointment was writ large on her face when she felt my erection.

“Well?” 

“You’re right,” I said. “I’m sorry Kate.”

“Don’t be too apologetic Joe. I daresay you’ll find that she is also getting excited. It’s easy enough to find out.”

“No!” Kate’s voice was surprisingly sharp. It occurred to me that she might be wet but be embarrassed for it to be known.

“Don’t be alarmed, Kate. Nothing’s going to happen unless you want it to.” He seemed remarkably laid-back but I sensed an inner confidence too. He picked up the bottle of scotch, topped us up, poured another one for himself and sat back in his chair. He looked at us both, a smile playing on his lips. “Well, Kate, are you going to show them to me?”

She looked at me. Was she hoping I would say no, don’t do it? Had she felt my rigid cock, she would have realised that there was no chance. She had a resigned look on her face as she briefly parted her legs and gave Greg sight of her white lace panties. 

“OK Joe, would you like your wife to remove her skirt, now? What does his dick say, Kate?”

She touched me and immediately withdrew her hand. “I’m not going to play this pathetic game any longer!”

“So be it, Kate. Do you want to leave?” She made no move.

“Why can’t we just talk? That’s what you said we were going to do, Greg.”

“We can talk Kate, if that’s what you want, but I don’t think you do. I think you quite like this little game. Now both Joe and I want you to take your skirt off and, if you’re honest with yourself, so do you. So what’s stopping you?”

She stood up and undid the button at the side of her skirt. It fell to the floor. She sat down as modestly as circumstances permitted.

“What do you think, Joe?”

“She looks very nice indeed, Greg.” I smiled at her but it was not returned.

“I think your top can come off now, don’t you?” Greg sounded nonchalant.

She pulled it over her head exposing her full breasts and erect nipples. All that remained were her panties and they were revealing as much as they concealed.

“Tell me Joe, does it give you a hard-on seeing your lovely wife sitting here in front of me, wearing next to nothing? It certainly gives me one!” He touched himself through his trousers. “And now I’m wondering how I should get rid of it. I think I might have to fuck Kate. Is that all right with you?” 

Kate stared at me, waiting for my answer. I sensed she wanted me to say yes. I wondered if it was so that she need not feel any guilt for what would happen. But I wanted to say yes anyway. I stared back at her as I nodded in affirmation, my mouth again dry, my heart again pounding. I took another mouthful of scotch.

“Now I’ve always said that actions speak louder than words, Joe.” Greg was again smiling. “In which case, I think you ought to remove her pretty little panties.” 

I knelt in front of her grasped the sides and slid them over her hips, a task made simpler by Kate raising herself off the bed. I slipped them down her legs and over her feet. I brought them to my face and inhaled her musk. I studied my naked beautiful wife. She was still staring at me; I don’t think she’d even blinked. Save for the slow rise and fall of her breasts she was motionless. She had rarely looked more enticing. I wondered if Greg really appreciated how lucky he was. 

“Is she wet enough for me?” he asked. 

I only had to place my hands on her knees for her to part her legs. I pressed my face to her fragrant fanny, savouring the muskiness of her sexual arousal. I gently pulled her inner lips apart and pushed my tongue into her glistening coral pink cleft. I felt her hands on my head, a gesture more redolent of affection than of unbridled passion. I gloried in her divine tasting nectar as it coated my face and tongue. I paid special attention to her clitoris, already protruding from her soft folds. I pulled back to see the results of my labour of love. Wet enough? She would never be more ready for him than she was at that moment.

There was a sound of a zip being undone and I turned to see Greg slip off his trousers and free his powerful cock. He walked across to her whilst I resumed my former position, next to her on the bed. He knelt astride her and leaned forward to kiss her, his hand caressing her breasts.

Kate’s reaction was predictable but no less exciting for being so. I was spellbound as I watched her fingers encircle him. Greg leaned back to admire the view and Kate and I found ourselves looking into each other’s eyes. The next moment we were kissing and she tasted her own arousal on my face. It was intensely exciting to know that even whilst her tongue was in my mouth, even whilst her hand was pressing against the back of my neck, holding me to her, she was still caressing Greg’s cock. 

Greg’s voice was soft but nevertheless insistent. “I want you to suck me, Kate?” She pulled away from me. There was just her knowing smile as Greg eased himself forward. He was straddling, all but squashing her breasts as he moved himself within range. She opened her mouth to him and captured his crown. Her eyes never left his as she sucked on it, as she cupped his heavy scrotum, as she gently felt the weight of his testicles and as she softly squeezed his thick shaft. 

“Now Joe, I want you to tell that lovely wife of yours what you want me to do to her.”

My heart was beating so fast I’m sure my voice must have had a tremor in it. “I want him to fuck you, Kate. I want him to fuck you senseless. I want your fanny stretched round…”

She reached out her hand to my lips and stilled them. “I know what you want, Joe.” 

I stripped off, conscious of my shortcomings as it were, but undoubtedly excited and fully erect.

Greg meanwhile had got off her and had returned to his seat. He looked proudly at his jutting erection. “Now come and stand astride me and we’ll give Joe a little show. And if you really want him to have a good view, position yourself with your back to me.”

As she straddled him Greg immediately cupped her breasts and began to play with her nipples. It was an inelegant stance but he was right; I could see everything. 

“Kate, would you like Joe to put it in?” 

“Yes,” she replied, her voice not much more than a whisper. Her eyes pleaded with mine, her desire all the louder for being unspoken. 

I knelt down between his legs. I had never been so close to another man before. I gingerly put my hand out to hold it. It was the same yet totally different, a rigid pulsating thickness that filled my hand. I leaned forward to kiss her clitoris, holding the little nub with my lips, and teasing it with the tip of my tongue. It was too much for her and she gently eased her hand down and sought to cover herself.

I held Greg’s rigid cock by the base whilst Kate began to lower herself onto it. She briefly stopped when she felt it at her lips, allowing me to slide it back and forth along the whole length of her slit. It was already slick with her juices when I lined it up with her opening. I sat back on my haunches as her pink lips gently spread around his crown. I watched as she sank down on it, utterly entranced once more, as she impaled herself in one smooth motion. I felt an overpowering elation, an elation bordering on tears. Kate’s eyes were closed and I sensed her whole being was now focussed on her vagina. 

She leaned backwards, and rested her hands on Greg’s abdomen. His hands cupped her buttocks and he could thus assist her as she slid up and down his cock. He slowly raised her and I watched his heavy thickness emerge, liberally coated with Kate’s secretions. He lowered her and I saw it slide back. He warmed to his task and increased his speed. 




What Kate Did Ch. 07



The latent producer in Greg came to the fore and they changed position. They were back on the bed, with him on top. He was now driving into her with fierce energy, and she was again whimpering. He paused, long enough, to ask, no to tell, Kate to suck me and she did so with great passion. I was so aroused I came almost immediately, my cum spurting over her mouth and chin. I could tell that Greg was getting close, too. But I was utterly surprised when he did ejaculate. Whilst he was pumping his semen deep into her, he was sucking mine from her face!



What Kate Did Ch. 08



There was the usual hubbub as we all ate breakfast together.

"Attention everyone!" Greg was waving his hands, trying to get everyone's attention, but without much success. "Will you all please shut the fuck up?"

Whether it was his expletive, or the volume at which it was uttered, the room grew quiet.

"Thank you, I knew the genteel approach would work. I've just heard that a tropical storm is heading our way. There is no need to panic; it is not expected to hit land before three days and it may yet pass us by altogether. However we can't take a chance so we have to compress the schedule. This way we'll get at least one film complete. So our aim is to shoot three scenes today, first, Tom and Colette by the pool and then the two scenes with Kate and Colette. Jan, they'll need two different wardrobes, of course. That gives us tomorrow morning for the finale. Any questions? Yes, Wayne."

"Since we're not involved today, Greg, will it be alright if me and Rudi go out for the day?"

"Sure."

I realised with Wayne and Rudi gone and everyone else involved with the shoot, I had a perfect opportunity to speak to Kate. Jan had said that she needed her back within two hours to get her ready but it meant that we would still have two whole hours together. 

We were walking barefoot on the wet sand. Kate was wearing a loose shirt and some bikini bottoms. The top was unbuttoned halfway down and I was catching tantalising glimpses of her breasts. We were making for a log at the far end of the beach. Every so often the tide washed over our feet.

"Kate, about last night. I'm sorry I did nothing to stop it. I should have done but...."

"It's not just you, Joe. I could have stopped it too but I didn't."

"The truth is I didn't want it to stop. And that's what scares me. You know that I never wanted you to come here yet I found myself getting a hard-on when I watched your scene with Tom. I was angry yesterday when I saw that Greg had fucked you, so what do I do? Encourage him to do it again. I can't be normal."

"Is anyone here normal? What I'm doing isn't normal." 

We reached the log and sat down in the dappled shade afforded by the adjacent trees. I looked out to sea, to the birds wheeling and then diving into the pure blue waters.

"Kate, I often used to think about you having sex with that photographer, Simon. I used to find it a real turn-on. But that was only in my mind. This is for real. And it is very confusing. A part of me loves watching you with another man yet I am scared as well. Supposing you find someone who turns you on more than me."

" Joe, a vibrator can turn me on! I was embarrassed yesterday because I was so wet but the more I think about it the more I realise it is inevitable. Anyone would be aroused; how can you not be turned on in this situation? I know some people would say that I must be a slut or worse to make such an admission but I am being honest. We both went along with what Greg wanted last night because we were both sexually aroused. And that's the problem. It is almost impossible not to be excited here because we are constantly in sexual situations. When this is all over we will be able to get back to normal. We'll just have each other and the true picture will emerge once more. And the truth is that no one will ever turn me on as much as you do. You're the man I love, Joe. I've loved you ever since I first met you when you made such a mess of chatting me up." 

She kissed me, and the next minute she'd dropped to her knees and was easing my shorts down. My erection sprang free and she immediately took it in her mouth. She continued looking at me as she stroked it, as she tasted cum in her mouth and as she swallowed it all.

We were in the water, up to our waists. Kate had tied her shirt up baring her midriff. We were making our way back to the villa; she was supposed to be there in half an hour.

"I suppose all I have to worry about now, is whether or not you'll turn into a lesbian!" I was trying to keep a straight face.

"They do say a girl always knows how to please another girl, Joe. But seriously I'm not sure what it's going to be like. I've never done anything like this before."

We were nearing the beach. "Is that a shark out there, Joe?"

I looked out to where she was pointing but I couldn't see anything. However I felt the water on my back and I heard her laughing.

"That's for even thinking I might turn into a lesbian!" 

I turned round but she was already on dry land and running away.

Shortly afterwards she disappeared into the villa with Jan. An hour or so later we'd all had a quick bite to eat and were ready to start 

"Three, two, one and action." 

There was restricted entry to the lounge so I had to content myself with the monitors. 

Colette was talking to Kate. "So you have seen my husband. That is so nice of you to tell me. Can I get you a drink?" 

"I'll have a rock on the scotch, please." 

"A what!" Colette began to laugh.

"Cut!" Greg tried to encourage her. "Now Kate you only have one line. It's a scotch on the rocks you're after, so all you have to say is, 'I'll have a scotch on the rocks please.' Right take it from the start. OK team, three, two, one and action."

Colette began again. "So you have seen my husband." She was desperately trying not to laugh, but she failed.

"Cut! Girls, we have a bloody tropical storm heading our way. Do you think you can take this seriously for a moment?"

Colette put her hands to her face and tried to compose herself. "Yes of course, Greg." And then she laughed again. Laughter is infectious and Kate could not keep a straight face either. But although it was frustrating for Greg, it did wonders for Kate's nerves. 

She was sitting in the armchair opposite Colette, wearing a white lace top and a very short blue skirt. She was holding a scotch in her hand. (The girls had managed to get it right after about six takes!) The camera was angled up her skirt and her white panties were revealed. Colette had a bikini top on and a pair of tight shorts.

"I'm sure my husband must have found you a very attractive girl. I certainly think you are."

"Do you?" 

The next moment Colette was on her knees in front of Kate and they were kissing, their tongues exploring each other's mouths. Colette's hand was quickly on Kate's breasts. I watched her fingers alternately squeezing and caressing them. She was now kissing Kate's erect nipples through her lace top, and her fingers were sliding up the inside of Kate's thigh. I studied her face, and could see that she was not averse to what was happening.

Colette reached up under the short blue skirt and grasped Kate's panties. She eased them off completely before leaning forward and pressing her mouth in her femininity. Kate closed her eyes as Colette's tongue slipped between her soft wet labia. Colette was well practised in this art and Kate's shallow breathing provided ample proof.

"Cut! Good work girls. Right I now want you both to strip off and we'll have a sixty-nine. Kate, remember, you are enjoying this; that's the message for the punters." 

Greg called for action. It was incredibly erotic to watch Kate lowering herself on to Colette's tongue. But that was as nothing compared to the moment she made contact with Colette's wet vagina. She tentatively touched the top with the tip of her tongue and then gently licked the length of her still closed cleft. Suddenly the pressure of her tongue caused the lips to part and Kate's tongue was bathed in Colette's juices. After a while Kate drew back and admired her handiwork. They were still connected, a filament of feminine arousal stretching from Kate's mouth to Colette's core. 

"That's a nice picture, Joe." I glanced at Jan. I hadn't even heard her approach.

"You're right, Jan."

"So what is it with you and Kate?"

"What do you mean?"

"Oh come on Joe, there is something going on between you two. I noticed it the first night here. You can tell me. I can keep a secret."

"She's my wife, Jan."

"I knew it!" She looked around to make sure no one was listening but everyone else was glued to the action on the monitors.

"Joe, let me give you some advice. Look at me. What do you see? I'll tell you, a hard, cynical, middle-aged bleached blonde who's desperate to get laid, that's what. But once I was young, once I was even pretty, and then I got into porn. Don't let her end up like me, Joe. She's too pretty, too nice for this business."

Jan was right, she was all of those things and more, too kind, and too generous. Maybe even too gullible but then who was I to make a judgement about her gullibility? How could I have been so gullible as to imagine that being here was just a simple matter of Kate screwing on camera without any other complications? 

I glanced at the screen. It was now time for the strap-ons. I had to admit there was a certain predictability about the film. And it gained nothing by being so.

It was more of the same on the terrace; the only difference was that I could see them in real life, rather than via the monitor. Strangely enough the most erotic thing I had seen had not been recorded. That was when they had first come out on to the terrace from the lounge. They were still naked but that wasn't the reason. It was because they were holding hands and laughing. 

I was seated at the table on the terrace having dinner. Rudi was sitting next to me. 

"Did you have a good day out, Rudi?" 

"Not bad," he said, "we went to Montego Bay. How about yours?"

"So-so." I had been watching Kate get turned on by another woman and all I could say was 'so-so'.

"So how's your project going? Do you think you've got a handle on this business yet"

"I don't know. What I have found surprising is how low key it is sometimes. I had imagined that everyone would be sexually aroused all the time; I certainly am; but it's not like that, is it?"

"It's like everything else, Joe. If you work in a sweet shop you don't eat that many sweets. I've had men come up to me and say that I must have the best job in the world. They don't know the half of it. You often have to work with women who don't appeal to you in the least. Now and again you do get someone really nice but it doesn't happen very often. You don't have a much of a private life either. Once a woman finds out I'm a porn star, she usually runs a mile. An inquisitive one might offer me a quick jump in the sack for the experience, but she won't hang around for long afterwards." 

"You sound as if you wish you weren't in porn."

"Sometimes I wish I had a normal life, you know wife and kids, but then I ask myself who is buying all this porn. And do you know who it is? It is all the people who have normal lives. And do you know why they're buying it? Because their normal lives are so fucking boring!"

"So how did you get into porn, Rudi?"

"Through Wayne. We used to work together at a filling station in Los Angeles. I thought he was gay because he used to wear shorts that were so tight you could see the outline of his dick. Anyway one day a guy asked him if he was interested in making adult films and he gave him a card. Well for all his bravado Wayne didn't want to go on his own so I went with him. It was quite funny really because when the two of us turned up they assumed we were gay and told him that there must have been a mistake because they only made straight films. Once we sorted that out he was asked to jerk off. He did and they offered him a job straight away. Then they asked if I was also interested. I knew I had a good size but I didn't think I'd be able to do what Wayne had just done. However I did manage it and I got an offer too."

"Just like that?" 

"Yeah, just like that. We came away from there pinching ourselves to make sure we weren't dreaming. I mean imagine it, two eighteen year olds who would be getting paid to fuck a succession of good-looking women. Life couldn't get much better than that! And that's how it seemed for the first couple of years. But we soon got used to it." 

"You said, 'we'. Do you always work with Wayne, then?"

"Not always, but if we are going to double up on a girl, I prefer to team up with him. We have a good understanding with each other and that can help if we haven't worked with a particular girl before. With someone as experienced as Colette it makes no difference but for Kate..."

"Kate? But you're not working with her." I hadn't even let him finish.

"What do you mean?"

"I meant that it isn't in the script."

"Oh, that! There was a mistake apparently. There is a second page but it didn't print out for some reason. At least that's what Greg said."

"So what's in the missing script?"

"Not a lot. Wayne and I join in, we do the usual and the film ends."

"Sorry, I'm not familiar with the jargon." My mouth was already dry and I felt my heart thumping. "What do you mean by 'the usual'?"

"Double penetration, triple if you include oral, mainly with Kate because we've already done it with Colette and the punters will want a different combination. I told you earlier that we don't often get to screw someone really nice. Well tomorrow we do. Funnily enough Wayne and I were discussing her today. He can't wait to fuck her in the ass. You're in luck, Joe. You could be seeing something really special tomorrow." 

I tried to calm myself down by going for a walk on the beach. Rudi's words continued to ring in my ears. How could I have imagined that the film would have ended with just the two girls and Tom? I had seen enough films to know the form by now. A group sex scene was inevitable when you came to think about it. And I had guessed Wayne would get to shaft her at some point. But it had just not occurred to me that he would have her in her ass as well, especially when he was so big. I had never had her there; to be honest it was not really my scene, so how could she possibly cope with it? In saving her sister, she would be damaged, maybe irreparably.

I made my way back to the room and climbed into bed. God, the room stank. Two of the guys were snoring and I again wondered how Kate and I had got ourselves into such a mess. In a way, I didn't want to sleep; morning's arrival was hastened when one was asleep. And it was this very morning, no more than six or seven hours hence, when Wayne would get to fuck Kate in her ass. I tried to stay awake but I must have nodded off; certainly it was broad daylight when I opened my eyes.

I couldn't eat any breakfast, I wasn't even sure I could swallow. I was looking for Kate but she was nowhere to be seen. The technicians were getting set up on the terrace. The shoot was brought forward an hour because of the impending storm. Already the wind was beginning to get up, an occasional gust would cause the leaves of the palm trees to flap.

Shooting began with the two girls eating each other out. Colette was on top. Tom then arrived and made a passable attempt to appear shocked before he stripped off. He stood behind his screen wife and inserted himself into her. I watched Kate's eyes as she stared at the scene happening inches from her face. Tom's dick was slowly sinking into Colette's fanny. A moment or so later he withdrew and smeared as it was with Colette's secretions, Kate opened her mouth to him. This was repeated a few times and then they changed positions. Tom was now fucking Kate doggy style and sharing kisses with Colette. Whilst I readily admit to finding this highly erotic it was tempered with the knowledge of what was to come

Cue now the entry of Wayne and Rudi. There was no longer any attempt to maintain the plausibility of the storyline. All that was required was that the two girls were eager to fuck. And they were! The very next moment Kate was sucking Rudi whilst Tom continued to pound her from behind. Colette was sucking Wayne to full size. A few minutes later he replaced Tom. Big as his cock was, Kate had no difficulty taking it all, judging by the way he slipped his whole length into her. Once he was lodged deep within her he commenced to fuck her. He was, if anything, even more forceful than Tom had been earlier. Certainly her breasts were swinging to such an extent that she had to put her arm across to still them. At one stage Kate had to let Rudi's cock out of her mouth as a particularly strong thrust from Wayne caused her to close her eyes in what could have been intense sexual arousal or may just have been a degree of pain. I briefly glanced at the other couple. Colette was now riding Tom. But in comparison with Wayne and Kate, theirs was a leisurely fuck. 

Rudi sat down on sun bed and I sensed the dreaded moment had arrived. Wayne disengaged himself and steered her over to his partner. Kate lowered herself on to Rudi's thick erection. He then proceeded to lie back, simultaneously easing her down on top of him. Her anus was thus fully exposed to Wayne, who stood astride the two of them, his huge erection poised to enter her.

"No!" I never realised I could shout so loud. "No, Wayne, No!" 

He appeared startled as well he might. "What the fuck..." He pulled away from her, his erection wilting.

"Cut!" Greg sounded resigned. "I should have known."

"I'm sorry, Kate, but I can't stand by and watch you get hurt."

"Can some-one please explain what the fuck's going on here?" Rudi, still inside her, was non-plussed.

"Kate is my wife, Rudi." 

"Your wife's on the end of my dick?" He burst out laughing.

Kate disengaged herself from him and stood up. "Joe," there was a softness in her voice, "I know why you did that, but I wished you hadn't. You knew what the deal was. What about Jamie?" She was close to tears.

"Greg?" It was Jan, bleached blonde Jan. Jan, who had once been a porn star herself. Jan, who called herself cynical, but who was, in reality, anything but. "Joe's right. You can't let Wayne fuck her in the ass. She's never even done it before, let alone with someone his size. He'll tear her insides. There is a way round it. Look, I'll take her place for the double penetration. If you stay zoomed in on their cocks, no one will know. We've done it before, after all. And then all you need to do is to have Kate back for the ending."

Greg thought for a moment. "OK we'll go for that Jan. You'll need a wig, of course. We'll take a short break whilst you prepare yourself. Kate, you'll have to keep the guys hard until we resume filming." He turned to me. " I'm sorry Joe, but I want you off the set."

I made for the steps that led down to the beach and as I reached them, I glanced back. Kate was already on her knees in front of Wayne. I made my way to the far end of the beach. But everything was different to yesterday. The sky was streaked with grey clouds and there still darker ones in the distance. The sea was rougher too; there were white tops on the waves as far as the eye could see. I sat there, pondering on the circumstances that had brought us here. I experienced various emotions, mainly guilt, but also humiliation and anger, as well as sorrow. 

I glanced back at the villa and it appeared that the filming was over. I was walking back when Wayne descended the steps and approached me. He was still naked but no longer erect. I told myself that I would hit him the minute he started on about not being able to fuck Kate in the ass. Hitting him would not change anything but it would certainly make me feel better.

He appeared troubled. "I'm sorry, Joe. I didn't know she was your wife." 

There was no reason why he should have known so I couldn't fathom why he was apologising. Being charitable, I'll just say he was not that quick on the uptake. He continued, "If I had a wife, Joe, I wouldn't like the idea of you fucking her, either." We walked back together, his thick cock swinging from side to side. The thought occurred to me that if I had ever got to fuck Wayne's imaginary wife, she wouldn't even have noticed.




What Kate Did Ch. 08



Everyone on the terrace seemed to be busy, winding cables up, packing things away. Greg came up. "The storm is due here in the morning. We're getting out tonight."

We got to Kingston that evening. It was pretty chaotic scene. Kate and I managed to get a seat on a plane to London that was due to leave in the small hours. Tom, Colette and some of the others were going to Los Angeles on an earlier flight. We said our goodbyes, Kate even saying that she hoped that she'd see them again soon. She gave Colette a piece of paper and then they were gone.

"What did you just give her, Kate?"

"Just my email address that's all."

"Why? Are you planning to meet up for another lesbian session then?"

"That's not funny."

"It's not meant to be! Look Kate, I can't hack this any more. I thought I could, but I was wrong. I don't want you making any more films, do you understand?"

"I have to Joe, and you know why."

"Is it really Jamie, or is it because, deep down, you like fucking around with other men? Because I'm not enough for you? Because you've become a slut?"

It was no surprise that she did not talk to me on the plane home. She sat alongside me sleeping most of the way. I studied her features. Jan was right; she was so pretty. But my anger would return in the knowledge that the main reason she was sleeping was because she would have spent most of the previous night fucking Greg. 

We got home at about midday. There was a pile of mail in the hall. I scooped it up and put it on the breakfast bar, adding it to the other unopened mail that had arrived the morning we left for Jamaica. Later that afternoon I went through it. Most of it was junk mail but there were a few bills, and the usual monthly staff newsletter from my former employer. That had arrived the morning of our departure but I hadn't bothered to open it. I wondered why they were still sending it to me. They had probably forgotten to remove my name from their mailing list. I opened the envelope, shaking my head at the inefficiency that allowed them to post an envelope whilst omitting to enclose any contents. Not quite. It did not contain the expected newsletter, but there was a handwritten note inside.

Dear Joe

Who would have believed it? The final week that you were in the lottery syndicate and we've only gone and got five numbers and the bonus ball. £511,048 between the 9 of us! Not bad eh? I have a cheque for £56,783.11, already made out to you here in the office. Please let me know if you want me to send it to you, or if you want to come in and collect it personally. 

Brian 

"Kate," I was shouting at the top of my voice, "Kate!" 

She rushed downstairs. "What's happened?" 

"Kate, look at this!" I showed her the letter. She read it and a broad smile crossed her face. And then her tears welled up. "This is wonderful news." We hugged each other.

"Absolutely, for a start you won't have to make any more films. We can pay for your sister's treatment and we've still got thirty grand left!"

And in that split second the awful reality dawned. Had I opened the letter the morning it arrived, she would not have needed to make even the first one. Because I could not be bothered to open one letter, she had become a porn actress. 

She'd had sex with four different men (I discounted her liaison with Colette) and it was all preserved on film. I could not, in all conscience, say that I had not enjoyed some of it. At times it had been incredibly erotic but what I could not know was whether this would alter our relationship. Would I still be able to see her in the same light after what had happened? Would I still trust her? And I was only watching! What about Kate? Four different men had been inside her. And all because I hadn't opened one fucking letter!

I don't think our marriage would have survived another bout of films but thanks to Lady Luck it was never put to the test. And because there was no need to make any more films, we could now discuss our experiences without the risk of it deteriorating into an argument. She told me that she had enjoyed it, partly because I was watching but also because it had been intensely erotic in its own right. She has always had a tendency to be an exhibitionist; she wouldn't have done the 'Penthouse' shoot otherwise. Once she had overcome the moral issue involved in making a porn film, she had been able to let herself go. There had never been any doubt that she would overcome it either, her sister's health was too precious not to. And just as I could enjoy the idea of her having sex with the Penthouse photographer, safe in the knowledge that it would not be repeated, so I could now look back favourably on our time in Jamaica. 

Six months down the track, Jamie is in the specialist clinic in Phoenix, Arizona and the prognosis is promising; there has been no noticeable deterioration in her condition. Shortly after our win on the lottery I was headhunted and was offered a job at a better salary than my previous one. Kate is now working as a temp and this gives her the opportunity to visit her sister Jamie, as often as possible; she's making her third visit there, right now. In fact she phoned only yesterday to ask if it would be all right if she stayed on a couple more days. Of course I agreed. And until a few hours ago, I didn't have a care in the world. But life has a habit of biting you in the backside when you least expect it. 

I had been working on my pc at home when I inadvertently deleted an email. I went to the deleted file to retrieve it and it was then that I saw the email from Colette.

Hello Kate

Glad to hear that your sister is not getting any worse. Do you know how close Phoenix is to Los Angeles, where I am? It's only about ninety minutes by air. It would be great to see you again. Let me know when you're next visiting your sister and maybe we could get together. Tom sends his regards too. He would love to meet up with you, (actually he would love to do much more than that!) Have you ever thought about making any more films? We could easily set up something whilst you're over here. LA is the centre of the industry you know! 

You stay in touch now. 

Colette

What is wrong with me? No of course she wouldn't go there. She's visiting her sister, Jamie in Phoenix; there is no way she would make another film in L.A. Why should I possibly think otherwise? She doesn't need to anyway; we've got enough money now. Yes, she had enjoyed making the film but that doesn't mean she'd want to make another one. Maybe she wouldn't make another film; perhaps she'd just meet up with the two of them. And what then? Would they go to a hotel? But she told me I was the one she loved; I was the man who really turned her on. But what if she did go with them? It would mean the end for us. Much as I love her, I couldn't cope with that. I adore her but I couldn't stay with her if she is cheating on me. No, I am being melodramatic; she's not going to cheat on me. And yet.... 

I am looking at the large picture on the videocassette box, 'Tropical Magic'. It's a still of Kate in her bikini and the text underneath reads, 'introducing Marsha Lynn'. The small pictures on the reverse of the box show her with her various partners. And with each she gives the impression that whatever it is she's doing, she's doing with real enthusiasm. 

I hit the pause button on the video and the three men, frozen in the act of masturbation, suddenly come to life. Kate waits there impassively, oblivious to the camera as it zooms in for the close-up. The first man, Tom, touches her shoulder, signalling that he is ready to cum and she turns to face him. A thick strand of semen is already airborne and it lands in her hair. Another one hits her cheek and yet another her chin. His emissions are less powerful now, the milky whiteness merely seeping from the opening and then dribbling down the shaft onto his fingers. When at last his hand is still, she leans forward, and briefly licks his fingers before trawling her tongue up his shaft until she reaches the crown, which she envelops in her mouth. Wayne is signalling that he is ready. More ejaculate rains down on her face; some landing so close to her eye that she has to wipe it away with her forefinger. He goes on for longer than Tom and by the time he's finished her face is liberally coated. It is now Rudi's turn. His tribute overlays that which is already there, and cum is now dripping freely from her chin onto her breasts. When at last all three are spent she looks straight at the camera and smiles.

It is the same enchanting captivating smile that I had first seen the night we met. It's as if the men, their spent pricks and the sea of cum on her face are not there. I have gone back in time, seeing her as she had once been, her black hair bouncing on her shoulders as she talked with her friends.

I reach for a tissue. I have to. I can no longer see the screen for my tears.