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Stories, Screenplays, and Reality Ch. 01

By: shapeshifter37



"I don't know if we can make it work," was the flat response from the other end of the line. I looked at my phone in irritation; was it possible that people were just this dense? The deal couldn't possibly have been any better, with minimal risk and up front investment, and a large profit potential.

"That's fine," I said after a moment. "I'll keep looking around and you can hang on to my number in case you change your mind." And that was that. It was the third rejection in five weeks, ever since I had decided to finally make a real effort to bring my erotic ideas into the mainstream adult entertainment world in the form of videos.

To be sure, I'd had enough requests over time for customized stories, and photos and videos. People wanted to see my wife Kelly and I doing the sorts of things that crop up in my stories - smoking, creampies, large dildos, and complex fantasies. But the truth was that there was no way that was ever going to happen. Still, the idea really sank in, and it began mixing with our own opinion as a couple that most of the erotica on the market was simply of poor quality, or had elements that spoiled the rest of the product.

Of course, that doesn't mean that we don't enjoy watching a porn flick; far from it. But it seemed to me that there were so many ways to make it better, and probably make some money at the same time. I had no illusions. There was no way that anyone was going to consider making a movie unless there was a substantial profit opportunity involved.

I made an effort to quantify and qualify the factors that ruined otherwise decent erotica, as well as the missing elements that would make average porn great, and started seeking out companies that might be interested in trying something new. Having a degree in business coupled with substantial experience to boot, I had a sense of how to market my ideas appealingly to the players involved. I did my research and targeted several companies ranging in size from amateur productions to a couple of large and well known film companies whose cast of performers were virtual household names in the industry. Of those, only three had responded thus far, and none of these had gone farther than initial concept.

Why, you may wonder? It seems that there's a certain prejudice in the adult industry that assumes that the only target market worth producing for is men. And not to stop there, the product itself is largely undifferentiated and frequently demeaning to women. How many times have you heard a woman groan in disgust at the clichéd facial come shot in a film? How many of you rent or buy movies specifically to watch them with your significant other? How many of you are, in fact, women?

Now, I'm realistic and certainly willing to grant that the majority of consumers buying adult videos are indeed men. However, there is undeniably a solid niche of consumers who fall into these other categories I described - couples, women, or people simply looking for a different kind of video. Men who place women on an equal footing, and who would prefer watching a film in which the actress is enjoying herself. People who value eroticism, realism, and a certain level of intellectual stimulation while being physically aroused. No, not a majority by any means, but when you add it all up, you quickly realize that not a single adult entertainment company is in the business of satisfying this audience. Instead they slug it out in a glutted market where most consumers could care less whose films they rent or buy. When I got the email from Julie I was definitely starting to become a little jaded...

**********

It began simply: 'Dear Biff, I've recently become aware, through a friend of a friend, of your ideas for a new line of erotica. After extensive experience both in front of, and behind the camera, I've struck out on my own with a new venture. I think we should talk, and soon." It was signed Julie Morgan, a name that I didn't recognize. Of course, I realized later that when acting a few years back she had used a pseudonym under which she had achieved moderate recognition - starlet but not mega-star?

Julie, it turned out, was basing her operations out of New York. After an exchange of email and phone calls, we arranged a meeting. She would fly into town to discuss my ideas and talk about her budding company. I was very excited about the opportunity. From our limited conversation thus far, it seemed like there might be a good match in our interests and aspirations, as well as enough chemistry to make the project feasible. We arranged a lunchtime meeting at an outdoor café that had enough potted trees and shrubbery around the tables to provide a hint of privacy. I arrived early and had been waiting patiently for about 10 minutes before she arrived. Since it was nearly 2:00pm, it was easy for us to recognize each other when she appeared.

Actually, I noticed her almost instantly when she appeared from a cab that pulled up to the curb. Julie was a slim, slightly busty woman standing about 5'6" tall. Her hair was naturally a dark brown but nicely highlighted with light blonde streaks. She was casually dressed in an attractive, businesslike blouse and skirt, and wore only a moderate amount of makeup. Still, there was immediate recognition; I had seen more than a couple of films in which she had appeared. I felt my cock stiffening as I realized that I was having lunch with a woman whose only prior introduction to me was being fucked on camera for my viewing pleasure.

She must have caught my gaze because she made a beeline for my table. I rose to greet her and she took my hand in a firm shake. "You must be Biff," she pronounced, giving me a once over, which, I was secretly pleased to admit, lingered over my bulging trousers. She settled into the chair that I held for her and then I sat again, opposite her. A slight smile played across her lips as she looked me over. "I take it you recognize me?" she inquired coyly.

In her early thirties, I decided that Julie was actually much sexier now than in her videos when her hair had been dyed an unnatural platinum blonde. In fact, rather than just admit it to myself, I went ahead and told her as well. "I do recognize you, actually - but I have to say, there are some people who look even better in person than on screen. You are definitely one of those people."

Julie beamed. I suspect that she was not used to sincere compliments from her fans and probably more accustomed to crude propositions from men snorting and telling her they'd show her a "real" man.

"Why thank you," she laughed gaily. Then with a sidelong glance clearly aimed at disconcerting me, she said, "So you don't think I looked better naked and riding on a thick cock?"

I blushed, something that I rarely do. Never at a total loss for words, I stumbled through something about not going quite that far, but... Julie laughed again, a musical, vibrant laugh that was quite pleasant to listen to. 

"Well," she continued in her role of teasing me, "I do hope that whatever ideas you have for me involve getting you in front of the camera as well." She licked her lips ever so slightly as she delivered the statement, and I decided that my pants really were quite a bit too confining at that particular moment. Saved by the waitress, however, we were allowed to focus our attention on the wine list for a few moments and ordered a bottle of good Chianti and a pair of salads. That dealt with, and the initial flirting concluded, we settled down to the real reason we were sitting there.

"Listen Biff, I want you to know that although I don't have many details about what you have in mind, the little I've heard so far sounds extremely intriguing. Of course, that's why I flew in to meet with you." It turned out as she went on that my name and a description of my ideas had been given to her by a contact at one of the companies that had rejected me recently. "And," she went on, "It's not the first time I've come across your name."

At my quizzical look, she elaborated. "I'm a fan," she confessed. "I've read all of your stories online, and I have your name in an alert list so that I see new stories as soon as you post them. I love your ideas, your story lines - if your ideas for videos are anything like your writing, I can't wait to hear them. I'd love you meet your wife," she said, and then, almost under her breath, "Or be her..." Then it was her turn to blush in consternation. Before I could say anything, she changed tacks and tried to get her feet onto solid ground again. "Tell me, what's your total readership?"

I leaned back in my seat and took a sip of wine. "Unique? Mid-hundred thousand, probably... Maybe 175,000 total? It's pretty high, actually, considering that my distribution and promotion is pretty limited." She nodded as I spoke.

"Look, you know that I've been on camera, so I know what that world is like. I've also directed for two different companies over the past several years. But I think you and I are both on the same page - there's a big gap in video entertainment for the type of material you write, both your fiction and your true stories. I think that there are people who would buy those movies and love them, and I think they'd be loyal customers. No, it might not be the single, blue-collar guy who wants a stroke film - but I think that a lot of men pick out videos with the intention of watching with their wife, girlfriend, whatever."

She glanced around and, since our salads were nowhere in sight, reached into her purse. Withdrawing a pack of cigarettes, she inquired, "You don't mind if I smoke do you?" At a slight shake of my head she grinned knowingly. "Of course you don't," she said as she put a cigarette to her lips and lit it. Tilting her head back, she exhaled a rich plume of smoke and continued.

"Before we talk about your ideas, let me finish by telling you what I bring to the table." I realized suddenly that Julie was actually selling herself to me, much as I had expected to need to do with her. "Obviously I know the industry, and I have connections. I have capital, some mine, some from investors. I have equipment, distribution channels, and I know what it takes to produce, package, and market a video. I also have a brand new company that has not yet produced a single film, which makes me an unproven quantity. But, I don't want to compete with all the stuff that's out there now." She took a long pull from her cigarette. "What I want is to make movies that turn me on, movies that turn my friends on - that turn real people on. I want to sell people something worth watching. And if I make a few bucks at the same time..." she trailed off with a twinkle in her eye.

"Listen Julie, that all sounds fabulous. From what you've told me, and my impression of you so far, I believe you can do exactly what you're describing." I was having a bit of difficulty staying focused on the subject at hand, while watching this sexy woman rolling her cigarette between her fingertips and smiling at me. "I'm not sure where you think that I fit in though - it sounds like you have plenty of your own ideas already."

"Ideas, yes," she agreed. She took a final drag from her cigarette and put it out, exhaling slowly. "But what I need is a writer, a choreographer, a cinematographer. I need someone who is on the same page as I am. Someone who can push me artistically and sexually, and vice versa. I have the mechanics, the business - but I need the artist to make it all happen. I believe you're the missing piece to my puzzle."

The salads arrived on that note, which gave me a moment to consider my response. "Julie, I'm not sure if you're interviewing me, or convincing me."

She winked at me as a forkful of lettuce slid between those luscious lips. "Maybe I'm propositioning you," she said dangerously between bites.

Christ was this woman sexy! I was more than a touch concerned that my attraction to her could be a problem, but then again, there are worse problems to have. She indicated that I should go ahead and talk to her about my ideas as we ate.

"Well, as you know from my writing already, there are some fetishes that I enjoy writing about - the creampies, the smoking, large cocks and dildos. But more than just fetish fare, I envision a line of erotica that is aimed at stimulating both men and women simultaneously. Give both of them what they want to see, and get rid of things that detract. For just a few examples, the de rigueur facial..." She wrinkled her nose even is I began.

"Let me just tell you, a woman does not want a guy's come all over her face, in her hair, in her eyes... I mean, once in a great while and in the right setting it might be sexy, but enough already!" she interjected. I found myself nodding in agreement.

"OK, so that. Also, spitting on a woman's pussy to lubricate her, or even a woman spitting on a guy's dick - not sexy. Grabbing the woman's head and pulling her down on you during a blowjob - degrading. Unattractive actors of either gender have got to go - I mean, what the fuck's with Ron Jeremy, for Christ's sake?" Julie giggled; I was getting warmed up and into my element, and the wine was smoothing my inhibitions. "What woman thinks a fat, hairy guy nicknamed 'Hedgehog' is sexy? And on the flip side, absurdly large fake tits with bad implant scars - come on! I'm not opposed to implants, but unnatural is not sexy. And all of the peroxide blonde superstar actresses - look, I'd rather watch a sexy, beautiful, unknown woman have an incredible onscreen fuck than see the same mediocre scene with a moderately attractive, big name star."

"Well, we can agree with all of that for sure," Julie laughed. "So that's all stuff you DON'T want to see - what do you put in its place?"

"Men who are genuinely sexy to the women viewers, with big cocks. Women who are actually attractive and who are enjoying what they're doing. Seductive storylines that a couple can get into - I'm not talking about big silly plots where some private investigator has to track down a murder and fucks half the witnesses during the film. But scenes that have some mental stimulation, like a couple who fantasizes during sex about having a hot threesome, then goes out to the bar where she picks up a guy and brings both of the guys home with her." 

Julie seemed to be shifting in her seat as I spoke. "And in a movie like that, you don't leave any doubt as to their marital status. The couple is wearing wedding rings that you actually see during the sex. The woman actually acts like she hasn't been with another guy besides her husband in years - tentative at first, but when she becomes comfortable she really goes for it completely. The men treat her like a sexy goddess, and she has multiple, real orgasms. They double-penetrate her and have to take it slow so that she can handle the stimulation because she's never been fucked like that in her life before, and you can see that in her face..." 

Julie took a slightly shaky breath and lit another cigarette with hands that trembled a bit. I could sense underneath the table the movement of her rubbing her legs together softly. "Mmm..." she murmured. "That sounds fabulous. What else?"

"How about a scenario in which a woman teases her husband all day long while he's working, driving him sexually wild but with no way to deal with it. She might call him several times at work and let him listen to her masturbate with big dildos or vibrators, and he would be envisioning her in various sexual settings at other times. It would build until he couldn't stand it and left work to be with her."

"Kind of like that story you wrote about the time your wife did that to you?" Julie offered.

"Yeah - that was real, and incredibly erotic for me. And that's why people would watch this, because they'll feel it too. Or even edgier things, like a film that starts with a man coming home unexpectedly to find his wife or girlfriend lying in their bed, freshly fucked. Full of mixed emotions, he would nevertheless be intensely aroused and she would pull his face to her come filled pussy to eat her. Their lovemaking would be intense, powerful, and gradually they would seek out the same experience again and again." I felt sweat upon my brow even in the low seventy-degree temperatures, and my cock was painfully swollen. Julie's smoking was also getting to me, I realized as she blew out a cone of white smoke before me. She caught me staring.

"I suppose that some of the women in these films would smoke, wouldn't they?" she teased me.

I grinned. "It's statistically likely." We both knew that if we made movies under my creative control, it was more like a statistical certainty.

"Biff, I want to work with you. Badly. God, I might have to go play with myself in the bathroom to cool off, just from listening to you. In fact, one of these days I might just have to convince your wife to let me star in one of these scenes with you." She put her soft hand upon my wrist and her touch was warm, thrilling. "You have a sexy mind, and that's incredibly stimulating to a woman. Plus it doesn't hurt that you're fucking hot too!" She laughed again and let her touch linger a moment longer, then reached into her purse to pay the bill. I tried to protest but she insisted. "Business lunch, honey. Don't worry about it."

We made arrangements for me to begin work on some scripts and to fly to New York in two weeks, expenses paid, for casting interviews. Then we parted, Julie pressing her lips to my cheek for a few seconds - long enough for a whiff of her sensual perfume to fill my nostrils. During that brief embrace she pressed herself to me enough that I felt her firm breasts against my chest, and she no doubt got a first-hand impression of my rigid cock probing her stomach. Just before closing the door of the cab I hailed for her, Julie popped her head back out. 

"Be sure to bring Kelly in for the weekend - I can't wait to meet her! We'll make her an artistic consultant and have her in on the casting calls. I have a feeling her input will be very useful." She blew me a kiss and was gone.

**********

"Well how did it go?" Kelly demanded eagerly. At first, Kelly hadn't been aware of my writings. But some time ago, she discovered my hobby and has encouraged it often. She was especially intrigued about my meeting that afternoon and had commented several times on how nice it would be to have some "good movies" to watch. Kelly sauntered over to me and kissed me hello, sniffing. "I can smell her perfume on you - did you have to fuck her for an audition?"

The words could have come out harshly, but said with a smile I knew my wife was teasing me. Not that I hadn't been tempted, but she was quite confident in my fidelity. After all, in my stories it was more likely to be Kelly fucking another man than the other way around...

"It went well. Better than well. She's going to do it!" I responded.

"Really? That quickly?"

"She wants me to work out five or six scripts - she feels that she'll need that many titles to get the company started. And she'll pay me $5000 per title, plus 2% of net once the film breaks even - I was expecting to have to work for free, just to get the ball rolling. And she wants me - well, us, to come to New York in two weeks to work on screening auditions for the films."

"Me too?" asked Kelly in surprise. "Not that I'm complaining about the chance to go pick out the sexiest guys with the biggest cocks for the movies, but why me?"

"You're quite a celebrity to her," I said smiling. "It also turns out she's read all of my stories."

Kelly grinned wickedly and slid her hand inside my pants to stroke my cock. "And which stories are you going to turn into movies first? The one with the new neighbors? Or the one where you come home and I've been fucking other men?" She kissed me hard, sliding her tongue inside my mouth sensually. "Better be careful taking me to New York," she murmured, "I might want to audition to play myself."


Stories, Screenplays, and Reality Ch. 01



I groaned audibly at her words, and my cock jumped in her hands. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" my sexy wife whispered, sliding to her knees and fishing my dick through my zipper to rub the head across her lips. "You'd like watching me fuck a few guys at a time on camera, knowing that thousands of people would jerk off or fuck while watching me?" She sucked me in, inch by inch, swirling her tongue on the sensitive underside of my prick. "God, that would be fabulous getting fucked by some really big cocks onscreen." She bobbed her mouth up and down, sucking me firmly and leaving a trail of burgundy lipstick on my dick.

"Was Julie sexy?" she asked me, changing directions. I moaned a long yes. "I bet she was - she was a porn star, right?" I said yes, but that she was even hotter now. "I bet she'd like to fuck you too," Kelly continued. "Who knows, maybe we could film the story that you wrote about your surprise birthday present. The one where I seduce you with my girlfriend and then I go down on her... Would you like that, if you and I and Julie did that scene?" Kelly was pumping me, sucking me in between her words, and the stimulation combined with my constant arousal all afternoon finally got the better of me. With a deep groan I came, emptying my full balls into my wife's warm mouth. She swallowed most of it as I exploded, sucking me gently until I softened slightly in her mouth, then rose and kissed me deeply with her salty lips. "I can't wait for our trip, and you have some work to do - off to the computer you go," she insisted gently.

**********

"Julie, I'd like to introduce my wife Kelly," I said as we entered the small office. 

Julie wasn't one to stand off upon meeting someone. She fell upon Kelly with a big hug, and then followed with one for me. "Kelly, I'm so glad to meet you! I feel like I know you so well," she said with genuine warmth. 

"If it's all based on what this character wrote," Kelly said with a playful nudge at my arm, "Don't believe everything you've read." Then, straight-faced, she continued, "But most of it is right, and I'm still getting around to the rest." The ladies erupted in giggles with not-so-subtle glances at yours truly.

Trying to take my mind off of how sexy Julie looked, in a semi-translucent black silk blouse that revealed her lacy bra and generous cleavage, along with a high-slit white skirt and sexy makeup, I commented on the office. The location was excellent - it was a relatively nondescript but well-kept four-story building in a decent neighborhood of Manhattan. It wasn't right on a main thoroughfare, which provided both some anonymity and some privacy, but it was still easy to get to and fairly safe. The interior and exterior were both scrupulously clean, and I remarked on this to Julie.

"I bought this building in the early nineties," she revealed with a glance over her shoulder, "When the market was relatively low here and I was making good money on my films. Best investment I've ever made. The top two floors I rent out to discreet businesses. The second floor is my personal living space. And the ground floor will be dedicated to the company offices and sets for the new company." She gave us the grand tour of the first floor, noting such improvements as the offices in the front, the changing areas, a large conference room, and a pair of sets with moveable walls and plenty of storage space. "They're heavily soundproofed," she revealed. "I'm still building up the furnishings but should be ready to go by the time we start shooting. Now, why don't we go upstairs and have a drink? The auditions won't be for a little while yet."

We followed her up a concealed stairway to a luxurious apartment nicely decorated with contemporary furnishings. It was a wide-open floor plan that made the nearly 5000 square foot living space seem even more enormous.

"My God," breathed Kelly. "We live well, but this - this is amazing! And in Manhattan of all places..." 

Julie lit a cigarette and offered one to Kelly as well. "The neighborhood isn't nearly as expensive as Tribeca or the Upper East Side" she admitted, "But you're right. I got a great bargain when I bought it, and at this point the rent from the top two floors is more than my payment. And the building is worth nearly $12 million now. Truthfully, that's a lot of what has let me get this company started without having to take many investors, since I have collateral for the loans."

"What do you plan to do for public scenes?" I asked as she poured drinks from a bar set against one of the walls. She carried them over on a platter and sat in a chair opposite the couch that she motioned Kelly and I to. As she picked up her cigarette from the ashtray and crossed her legs, I was treated to a wide expanse of her tanned thigh where the skirt rode up.

"I have a friend who owns a bar/nightclub, and another who owns a few restaurants. Is that what you had in mind?" She took a long sexy drag from her cigarette and from the corner of my eye I caught Kelly looking at me as I looked at Julie. Turning my head towards my wife, I saw a smile flutter at the edges of her lips as she pulled on her own cigarette.

"That sounds about right," I agreed. I made short work of the drink Julie had retrieved. "So what's the plan for this afternoon?" I inquired.

"Simple. I'll have my cameraman acting as host. He'll send in one actor or actress at a time for us to review. It will be the three of us, plus my two assistants Jake and Cami. That's the whole company, by the way. We'll evaluate the applicants as they come in and see what we like." She looked at Kelly, "We'll all keep score individually - who we think is sexy, who has a great cock or great tits, who we'd like to fuck..." 

I happened to glance between the women just at the right moment to see Julie's expression as she spoke, and the impact the words had. It was clear that Julie wasn't speaking simply rhetorically, and Kelly flushed slightly as she obviously took Julie's meaning. "Are you going to perform in these videos?" she asked Julie curiously.

"I would expect so," Julie nodded thoughtfully. "When I hit 28, I thought I was just about done with acting - the traditional industry leans toward the younger girls. But for this type of product, I think late twenties and early thirties will be very appropriate. What about you - when will I be filming you?"

Kelly flushed some more. "You mean both of us?" she stammered slightly.

Julie slid well forward in her chair, and at the same time the skirt rode higher. I could see most of her hip now, and if the legs had been parted I'm quite certain her pussy would have been right in front of me.

"Both of us?" Julie repeated. "I know I'd like that, and I'm sure your husband would enjoy watching or joining in..." I stifled a laugh as I realized Julie's intentional misunderstanding. Kelly backpedaled...

"Well, um... Yeah, he would. I wasn't sure if you meant him and I, or just me with, you know - other guys?" Kelly finally managed to spit it out. True to form, my cock was once again raging, and I caught Julie noticing it. She didn't miss much, I realized.

"All of the above," Julie responded seriously. "Look, we both know it would drive your husband sexually wild to watch you fucking other guys. And you might resist admitting it in front of him, but you'd love to do it." She turned to face me. "And as for you, well, I already told you I plan to fuck you as soon as possible, on camera or off. I have a feeling when you see some of the women who are coming through today, you'll want to be in your own scenes as well."

Kelly and I were kind of looking at each other nervously, but with excitement as well. Did we want to bring our fantasies to real life? And did we want to be filmed doing it?

As if reading our minds, Julie rose from her chair and moved behind us, leaning in so that her face was between ours. In that position I had a perfect view of her tits hanging down to fill her bra heavily. Her intoxicating perfume filled my senses once more. "We can always just do outtakes for the fun of it too, no distribution required, if you don't end up wanting to go public." She tilted her head to face Kelly, who instinctively responded in kind, and then leaned in and kissed her gently, with just a hint of tongue. Then she turned and did the same to me, kissing me more aggressively and probing my mouth with her warm, moist tongue. 

Finally she broke off the kiss. "Mmm...much as I'd like to spend the afternoon doing this, business awaits. Shall we?" She motioned us towards the stairs, retrieving her lipstick from her purse to fix the smudges our kissing had caused. 



Stories, Screenplays, and Reality Ch. 02



Once downstairs, Julie introduced us to the rest of her staff, except for Ray, her cameraman, who was greeting the applicants. Jake was a muscular, dark haired man about my height. He had a powerful handshake and I could sense immediately that Kelly was attracted to him. Cami was a Latin American beauty - it turned out that she was from Venezuela. With thick, black hair, brown eyes, and a dark complexion, along with a slender body and cantaloupe-sized breasts, she was a perfect knockout.

Julie motioned for us to sit, the three of us on a couch with Kelly to my left and Julie to my right, and Jake and Cami each in chairs to our sides. That left a small couch in front of us for the actors. Julie touched a button and asked for the first male, indicating that we would alternate between the sexes.

A door opened before us and in strode a well-built black man with a shaved head. "We did extensive pre-screening with photographs," she informed Kelly and I as he entered, "So everyone should be a fair candidate, but we need to narrow the 60 or so here down to about 15 men and women each. Traditionally there are less men, but then again, we're doing something new here."

She turned her attention to the man, whose bio in the folder before us identified him as Marcus. "OK Marcus, let's have a look at you. Shirt off please." He quickly obliged, revealing a rippled abdomen and powerful shoulders. "Good. Now the trousers." Marcus unzipped his jeans and pulled them down to reveal a thick, partially erect cock. I heard a soft intake of air beside me and realized that Kelly was excited - Julie heard it as well.

"Nice cock Marcus," she complimented him. "But I think we need a better look. Could you come closer please?" He came to stand directly in front of her but Julie motioned him over to Kelly. Her eyes were fixated on his slowly enlarging dick that was only a foot or so from her face. "Kelly, why don't you have a good look and see what you think?" Julie suggested.

Kelly nodded almost without thinking, and began reaching for his cock. Abruptly she stopped herself but then laughed nervously when Marcus said, "Go ahead, it don't bite." With a glance at me, she took his prick in her hand and lifted it up and about, examining it closely. "It's a beautiful cock," she said softly as she touched it.

"How big does it get when it's erect?" Julie inquired. When he started to give a measurement, she stopped him. "No - I'd like to see it. Cami?" Cami stood silently and pulled her tight T-shirt off to reveal her fabulous naked breasts, capped by large brown nipples. She pressed her naked chest against Marcus and began kissing him sensually, while touching Kelly's wrist with one hand to indicate that Kelly should stroke him.

For my part, I watched in fascination as this beautiful Latina kissed Marcus while my wife stroked his cock to full erection. He was very large, both long and thick. Even after he was fully erect and Cami had sat once again with her top back on, Kelly rubbed him idly. "Well, what do you think Kelly?" asked Julie. "Would you watch him on tape? As a woman, would you imagine you were the one he was fucking?"

Kelly smiled and reluctantly took her hand from his dick. "That's an amazing cock, and he's very sexy. I'd definitely fuck him."

"Thank you Marcus. We'll be in touch," Julie excused him with a faint smile.

Next she summoned in Victoria, a stunning blonde with a wavy, short hairstyle that was very sexy on her. She had a perfectly flat stomach and medium sized breasts that were clearly real. Her makeup was alluring and she wore an outfit that would have been perfect for a night at the bar. I found her very appealing.

As before, Julie asked the woman to strip for us. She wore sexy black lingerie that she slowly peeled off, and I noted that her bio said she was 24 years old and an exotic dancer. Her tits were absolutely perfect - not as large as Kelly's or Julie's, but perfectly formed and nicely proportioned to her frame. Her pussy was shaved perfectly clean and was glistening with dampness.

"Are you excited?" Julie asked her candidly. Victoria nodded. "I've never, well - I dance, but I've never done adult films before." Julie smiled. "Everyone starts sooner or later. Now, suck on Jake's cock there," she commanded, pointing.

Again, I noted Kelly's interest pique and she shifted in her seat to get a view of his cock. As expected, it was very large - at least 10" long - and Victoria did a good job getting her mouth around it. Julie let her suck Jake for a couple of minutes, then called her over to me. "Biff's new at this too," she told Victoria. "Can you make him feel at ease?" I looked at Kelly but she just smiled.

Victoria knelt before me and unfastened my pants. Withdrawing my cock, she gave me a hot, hungry look and simply took it into her mouth, sucking hard. I hadn't had a blowjob from anyone but Kelly in a very long time, and Victoria's mouth felt incredible. I felt my nuts swelling with semen at the pleasurable sensations. All too soon, Julie stopped her. "That was great," she complimented Victoria, taking the opportunity to stroke my cock a couple of times herself. "Last but not least, I'd like you to go down on Kelly for a minute."

Kelly looked stunned for a moment but then decided to roll with it and rose enough to slide her pants from her hips. Now I noticed Jake leaning forward to get a view of my wife's pussy before Victoria's head concealed it. Victoria took a deep breath and then plunged in, pulling Kelly's panties aside and licking her with firm, long strokes that quickly had Kelly moaning and filling the air with the rich scent of her cunt. Beside me, Julie lit a cigarette and played with my cock while I watched. Once again, after a few minutes, Julie stopped Victoria and excused her so that we could make our notes.

The rest of the afternoon and early evening proceeded similarly. Occasionally one or another of us would rapidly strike someone because of an unattractive implant scar, too much body hair, bad teeth, too small of a cock, or simply the wrong look. In fact, what we really wanted were real looking people, but ones who were extremely attractive and projected the right confidence and allure.

Along the way, we all put them through their paces by kissing, touching, or more. I felt women's pussies both inside and out, touched and squeezed breasts, and received any number of hand- and blowjobs. Kelly fondled dozens of cocks and even sucked a few, and was also used as a model for a couple of men to finger her - not to mention the women who licked her pussy or nipples, or kissed her. And there were even two men who briefly fucked Cami in front of us - I could see Kelly desperately wanting to be the one underneath them and realized that my wife was incredibly turned on.

Finally the auditions were complete. After all was said and done, we had selected 17 women and 19 men. Every single one of them brought something unique and exciting to the room and we couldn't wait to start filming. Most were new to adult films and had a fresh energy that was very appealing. Kelly was flushed with excitement from the experience, and I could distinctly smell more than one wet pussy in the small room. As for myself, I was rock hard with excitement, both from the contact with other women, as well as from watching Kelly, Cami, and Julie.

Julie lit a cigarette, as did Kelly and Cami. "Well everyone, that was a good day's work. Why don't we meet for lunch tomorrow afternoon to discuss Biff's scripts?"

An afternoon like that breeds a certain level of intimacy even among people who have just met, so the hugs we exchanged with Cami and Jake weren't unusual. The open mouthed kissing that evolved, along with the groping, however, may have been a bit on the friendly side. Nevertheless, they did eventually depart leaving my wife and I alone with the beautiful owner of our surroundings.

"I don't know about you two, but I need a drink!" she exclaimed, leading us back upstairs.

**********

"You want to fuck her, don't you?" Kelly whispered at me.

I stammered for a response. The best I could finally do was a simple "yes". We were peeking through a partially closed door across the room, where Julie was changing clothes. We had a pretty good view of her nude body, not that much was left hidden after the auditions anyway.

"I want you to fuck her," Kelly whispered again.

"Really?" I asked in surprise.

"I want you to fuck her, and Cami, and maybe some of the girls from the audition today. And I -" she paused briefly, reaching for a cigarette, "I want to fuck Jake and some of those other guys."

I could see that her nipples were rock hard through her thin top, and I brushed one. Her low moan was my reward. "OK, so when should I fuck her?" I teased gently.

"How about now?" I heard from behind me and looked up to see Julie offering me a glass of brown liquor. She hadn't dressed much - apparently comfortable to her meant a loose shirt buttoned only once in the middle, no bra, and a pair of high cut panties. I had to admit, it did look comfortable, and it did wonders for my cock.

Julie had taken me by surprise and she knew it. Evidently this amused my wife because she began giggling somewhat girlishly, sipping at a second drink that Julie had passed her. I did the only sensible thing that a man in my position could do - turned my glass bottom upwards and drained it in one long gulp. I felt the burn of the tequila warming me slowly from my chest to the bottom of my stomach as it spread through me. All of a sudden I didn't feel so awkward anymore.

That was for the best anyway, since Julie had slid to her knees before me. The angle gave me an incredible view down her barely buttoned shirt and I was able to see the entire top halves of her breasts right down to their huge brown nipples. She looked up into my eyes with her luminous chestnut irises as her hands expertly released my cock from the confines of my pants.

"Mmm, nice..." she murmured softly. My dick jumped slightly at her words - there was something about having your manhood complimented by an ex-porn starlet that did wonders for the ego. But any thoughts of ego were banished in a moment as I felt her warm, wet mouth slowly surround me.

Julie had a mind blowing oral technique. She kept her lips and mouth well parted as she leaned forward to engulf my 8" cock all the way to the base of its shaft. When her nose touched my stomach she stopped, slowly closed her lips tightly, and firmly pressed her tongue against the underside of my prick. Then equally slowly, she pulled backwards with moderate suction until just the tip of my cock was inside her mouth. She repeated this motion dozens of times with no variation, and it drove me absolutely wild. 

I had never experienced anything so tantalizing. Her blowjob gradually built me to an incredible level of arousal. I felt my cock swelling ever larger from the deepening pleasure until I could have sworn that I was harder than I'd ever been in my life. After no more than two minutes I realized that I was moaning very loudly, something I almost never do. Finally Julie paused and lifted her head away, never breaking the eye contact.

"Jesus Christ," I gasped, "What the fuck are you doing to me?"

She smiled slightly, brushing a strand of blonde streaked hair from her eyes. "Not many women have the discipline to go that deep and that slow for very long. But if you can do it, well...it's pretty dramatic."

I looked at my wife in near shock and was happy to see that she was just as transfixed on the blowjob as I had been. I was worried briefly that she might be upset because I had enjoyed it so much, but she quickly reassured me.

"I'm going to learn to do that to you," she vowed.

Julie looked over at Kelly while steadily stroking me to maintain my incredible erection. "Do you have any idea why I want to fuck your husband so badly?" she asked. Kelly shook her head in the negative. "Well, obviously he's physically quite appealing," Julie began with a smile. "But it's his mind that drives me wild. Your husband has made me come more times than I can count without ever touching me - just with his stories."

She pushed me into a sitting position on the couch and pealed off her panties, letting them fall in a moist heap on the floor. I could see and smell the clear fluids oozing stickily from her shaven twat. She paused only momentarily before settling down in my lap, her knees on either side of my hips, and her slit steadily engulfing my cock in a relentless drive downward.

"Yes..." she whispered softly as I sank to the hilt within her. Her cunt was hot and silky, thick with sweet wetness that gurgled out around my dick as she flexed her vaginal muscles. "Are you ready to fuck me?" she asked breathily. 

Without waiting for a response, she leaned in and kissed me deeply, our tongues dueling between our sealed lips. She rocked her hips upon me and I flexed upwards to bury myself over and over within her. We fucked like that for many minutes, and the room was filled with the sounds of our sex: the couch creaking, her slippery pussy slurping, the wet smacking of our incessant kisses, and our mingled moans of pleasure. It was extremely passionate lovemaking that struck deep notes of intensity within both of us.

Finally we broke the kiss for air. "I can't believe I'm fucking one of the sexiest porn stars I've ever watched onscreen," I exclaimed.

Julie's eyes were scrunched up and she was having a hard time trying to gasp out a response. Her hand slid down to tweak her clit and her moans went up in pitch as her diddling sent her over the edge to an orgasm. I felt a rush of fresh juices leak from her twat into my pubic hair. Julie didn't even slow down a beat but just kept pounding away on top of me, gasping for breath. "Not just fucking me - you're - oh God, you're making - me - come!" she cried. A second, less intense orgasm hit her a minute after the first and I could see tears streaming from her eyes as she screamed out her pleasure.

This time she slowed down a bit and looked over at my wide-eyed wife who was busily fingering herself. "Come stand on the couch in front of him," Julie suggested.

Kelly eagerly complied, slipping in between Julie and I and standing with her thighs pressed into my chest, hands on my shoulders for balance. Her dripping cunt was pressing into my mouth as she bent forward as far as possible. Meanwhile Julie resumed fucking me. It was heavenly - I had a gorgeous woman riding my lap while I tongued my wife's slit for all I was worth!

I could certainly tell Kelly was enjoying the pussy-eating I was giving her from the load groans above me head. But suddenly, after a few minutes, the character of her moans changed abruptly, rapidly raising more than an octave in pitch. I started to pull away to see what was going on but Kelly's hands forced my head back against her crotch.

"Oh fuck, don't you fucking stop! She's eating my ass while you eat my pussy! Oh my God, you two are going to make me come so hard!"

Apparently Julie had begun rimming my wife while I ate her, unbeknownst to me. I redoubled my attentions, and began pushing my tongue up Kelly's sopping tunnel like a small dildo. Suddenly I felt Julie's tongue probing up there with me from behind and we shared some sloppy kisses full of Kelly's vaginal essence. That was enough to set off fireworks in Kelly and she came powerfully in our mouths, coating our faces with cuntal emissions; this triggered my own climax and I came with a loud groan, pumping spurt after spurt of steaming seed into Julie's clenching pussy.

The three of us disengaged slowly, somewhat drained from our exertions. When Julie finally stood up from my lap after fucking me for almost half an hour, thick streams of my white come ran down her thighs from her well-loosened pussy. She kissed me softly, then kissed Kelly somewhat more firmly, which turned me on quite a bit since I had never known Kelly to kiss a woman before this.

"Now, I know you write about eating Kelly's creampies all the time," Julie said to me with a pointed look at her own cummy snatch. "I want both of you to lick me now."

I expected some sort of an argument from Kelly at this, since she has never even remotely been interested in bisexual experiences, but was surprised to see her lean right in to Julie's sperm smeared cunt and take a big lick. She looked back at me so that I could see the mixture of come and pussy cream on her tongue, and then swallowed dramatically. She swirled her tongue around in Julie's gash for a few seconds longer and then turned and kissed me passionately, pushing the delicious mixed flavors into my mouth with her tongue.

Then it was my turn and I pulled Julie's pussy to my face and drank in her scent before closing my lips against her mound. I sucked and licked her leaking pussy with gusto, simultaneously working two slick fingers into her asshole and stroking gently.

Kelly and I went back and forth licking her and kissing each other, sharing the tastes that we sucked from this incredible woman. With such an enthusiastic pair of mouths at work, it was virtually no time before Julie had her third and final climax of the afternoon and slid shakily to the couch beside us. Tired as I was, I still managed to be extremely aroused watching them share a post-coital cigarette, lazily blowing streams of smoke towards the ceiling next to me.

"Tomorrow," Julie said in between contented kisses from her smoky lips, "We'll have a strategy meeting with Cami and Jake to go over the screenplays you've prepared..."

**********

Cami was unabashedly squirming in her seat by the time she set down the packet of papers that I had presented each of the team with roughly fifteen minutes earlier. I could tell from the just-noticeable flush in her golden complexion that my ideas had gotten to her. Idly I glanced at her hands as she ruffled the loose sheets; I was surprised to see a large diamond on her left ring finger. She caught my glance and smiled sweetly at me.

"I don't wear it when we're performing, of course, or auditioning - it seems to distract the actors. Although based on some of your script ideas here..." She sighed somewhat dramatically and reached for a cigarette with her supple, slender arms.

I next looked briefly at Julie. I could see the smile playing across her lips as she took in the reactions of the rest of her staff. She had gotten the opportunity to review my plans the previous night and again this morning, so there were no surprises for her. But clearly the response from her small team was important to her, and she sat quietly smoking and watching their body language as they read. Her eyes pointed me silently towards Jake, who was nodding and smiling as he turned the pages.

The only other person in the room was my wife Kelly, who, although familiar with my writings, had not yet seen the six screenplays that I had now presented for actual production. She also wore a look that said the room had grown subtly too warm for her pale skin, and I noticed a pink tinge to the exposed flesh of her cleavage. When she finally finished reading, she sighed rather dramatically and looked at me, mouthing the word "wow".

Julie decided that enough time had been allotted for the initial reading. She took a very deep drag from her cigarette and slowly put it out as she exhaled a seemingly endless stream of smoke over our heads. "Is everyone about set to do some talking about Biff's screenplays?" 

At the nods from around the table, she continued. "When Biff and I initially discussed using his writing for the basis of our new video library, I felt that we needed a number of titles to be ready for simultaneous release in order to get off the ground with a running start." I could see Cami and Jake nodding affirmatively; clearly they had been in on these discussions as well.




Stories, Screenplays, and Reality Ch. 02



"So as I see it, Biff has prepared six scripts to get us started - tentative names are: 'Opening Our Marriage', 'Unfaithful', 'Playing The Field', and a series called 'For Couples' which will obviously grow. The first three films would be respectively subtitled 'Romance', 'Flings', and 'Threesomes'. You've read his scene notes and cinematography. What do you think?"

Cami was first to respond. She puffed furiously on her cigarette and began speaking even as she exhaled. "Fucking sexy!" she gasped. "All I have to say is, sign me up for any or all of them. If there was porn like this on the market, I don't think my husband and I would ever leave the bedroom!"

Julie looked to Jake. I was beginning to sense that he was a bit more deliberate in his thoughts and speech - not quiet, necessarily, but he took the time to consider his words before reacting.

"I think that these screenplays work extremely well for our goals. I think there will be plenty of appeal, so sales and profits should be excellent. They're completely technically doable. And they certainly step outside of the standard fare, which should help us to establish a niche that hasn't been filled yet - that will really help us create a brand recognition for our films." Jake paused, then concluded, "And I agree with Cami. This stuff is sexy as hell!"

Julie smiled sweetly at Kelly, prompting her gently to speak her thoughts. "Well, I'm not really sure how much of a say I have here. But after reading these scenes I need to come soon or I'm going to explode, so if this meeting is going to be long, I'm heading for the bathroom!" Everyone had a good laugh at that.

Once the giggles had died away, Julie continued. "That's pretty much the same reaction I had." She looked into my eyes. "Biff, this material is fucking hot. Seriously hot. I plan to start filming next weekend, and I want you to help with creative direction." Then, more broadly, "And Kelly's opinion is very valuable to me, not the least because I believe that she represents a large part of our target market. I want both of you in New York for all of the filming and editing if possible."

Cami spoke up from across the table. "So Biff," she began, pausing to flick a lighter and hold the flame to the tip of a fresh cigarette, "Can we expect you to take an active role in...performing?" She finished with a smooth, sensual exhale and licked her lips gently.

I paused, not sure entirely how to respond. Julie saved me though. "I've already asked both Kelly and Biff to do some scenes as they become comfortable. I have no doubt that they'll both be fucking a lot while here on set," she said smugly. I was acutely aware of her omission of the words "each other" in reference to our anticipated fucking. It also didn't take a trained observer to catch the sizzling glance Jake threw my wife.

**********

"I can't believe it!" Kelly squealed in excitement. "I knew they'd love your ideas, and I knew they would be sexy, but holy shit!" She wrapped her arms about my neck and hugged me. Then her hugs become kisses, deepening and dampening as her tongue found its way through the weak barrier presented by my lips.

We were back home after a short, uneventful flight. With another passenger directly next to us, we had been unable to talk much until we arrived at our own home and locked the door behind us.

We kissed like new lovers for several minutes, enjoying the comfortable and familiar feel of each other's mouths with a renewed passion. Finally Kelly pulled away breathlessly. She looked up at me, her brown eyes sparkling wickedly. 

"So do you think we should do it?" she asked brightly.

"What, exactly?" I responded.

She punched me lightly in the chest. "Perform in the movies. Act. Let people see us having sex on screen." She lowered her voice a husky octave and caressed her own breasts. "Fuck other people like in your scripts."

I bent my knees and leaned forward to press my lips to the rapidly hardening nipple that was revealed under her thin blouse. I began sucking firmly at it, feeling it grow in my mouth as my saliva soaked through the pink cotton. Kelly moaned softly. I could tell she was very excited and expected that it had more to do with thinking about being in the films than with the brief attention I had paid her breasts.

"Cami wants you so much, you know," she whispered while I released the buttons that were straining to hold her blouse 

closed over her ample 36C breasts. Two down, three to go. "She would have sucked your cock under that conference table today," she continued. One button left. "And we know how much Julie wants you; you've already fucked her anyway, so it wouldn't be any big deal again, right? I bet a lot of the actresses would love being with you." 

The shirt was hanging loosely now, and I was pulling down her lacy bra to free her breasts. Then I pulled one of her bare pink nipples into my mouth and caressed it with my tongue. Her moans increased in both volume and frequency.

"I think Jake wants to fuck me," Kelly continued shyly. I nipped her taut flesh lightly, eliciting a gasp. "And the cocks on some of those actors, my God. They'd spread me open almost like a virgin!" I worked a hooked finger inside her waistband and into her sopping twat while continuing to suck her nipples. She was so wet that I could actually hear the sticky noises through her pants. 

"You'd like it, wouldn't you? Watching me?" I could see the expressions of pleasure washing across her face as I arched my finger upwards inside her and rubbed her g-spot while my tongue traced circles through the ridges of her aereolas. "It's not just something you write about, is it? You want to see it happen. You want me to fuck another guy...other guys...oh!" Her voice climbed in a series of short gasps and I relentlessly pushed her onwards towards a powerfully orgasm. I couldn't really claim all of the credit for this one, of course - she was doing most of it to herself, mentally.

Soon her cries subsided and she pulled my fingers out of her pussy and sucked the tangy musk from them, then kissed her flavor into my mouth. Then she knelt before me to return the flavor. Before engulfing my cock in her warm mouth, she put a vision into my head. "I want you to imagine that I'm sucking on you on the set of a movie, while a big black guy fucks me with his giant cock." Then she took me between her lips and sucked me, stroking up and down with a hand that she had rubbed between her legs for lubrication.

I took her suggestion to heart and visualized exactly what she told me to, closing my eyes and feeling the bobbing of her head in my crotch while envisioning her hips rocking under the penetration of another man's thick tool. It wasn't long before I was filling my wife's mouth with a hot load of spunk that she eagerly swallowed, hollowing her cheeks to get it all before rising and kissing me softly. The look we shared confirmed our mutual desire to get back to New York sooner rather than later. 



Stories, Screenplays, and Reality Ch. 03



"And action!" cried Julie loudly. We were back in her combination studio/apartment building and were standing in a cluster behind a group of bright lights. One of the two moveable sets had been configured as a middle-class living room; the other was set up as a matching style bedroom. 

As I watched, an extremely sexy brunette in her early thirties descended a simulated staircase. I remembered her from the auditions – confident, attractive, and put together, the perfect woman to play the wife in the first film we were shooting, "Opening Our Marriage". The script chronicled the experiences of an attractive, happy couple as they experimented with multiple partner and extra-marital sex. 

Sue was approaching the man who was playing her husband, a solidly built man in his late thirties named Mark. I recalled from the auditions that he was exceptionally well endowed even among the crew we had assembled, with a cock that easily surpassed 11" long and 7" in circumference. At the moment he was seated in a couch with his back to his "wife", reading a newspaper.

She slid up behind him and wrapped her arms around his chest, careful not to conceal the wedding band and engagement ring on her fingers. Our actors had been thoroughly prepared on every aspect of the script, including our insistence on subtle points of eroticism like emphasizing their marital status.

They nuzzled and kissed romantically for a bit under the powerful glow of the lights, making quiet, romantic small talk for the benefit of the camera. After a short while, Sue reached down and unzipped Mark's pants, fishing his proudly erect cock out and beginning to stroke it lasciviously. I leaned in and murmured to Julie.

"Cut!" she called. She stepped into the set and knelt behind the couch next to Sue. "What did you have in mind?" she asked me.

"A little more subtlety – this movie gets hardcore soon enough, so let's start gently," I suggested.

Julie took hold of Mark's cock and pushed it back inside his pants. Then she buried her hand there and began stroking him slowly. Although his dick was hidden from view, the motion of her hand within his pants made it obvious what she was doing, with an overall effect that was sexier than if it had been open as first done. Sue nodded and Julie stepped away and began filming again.

This time it went better. Sue emulated Julie's motions, kissing Mark wetly all the while. My scripts all called explicitly for a lot of kissing, which I feel is missing in most erotic films. At a subtle nod from Julie, Sue said softly, "Let's go to the bedroom."

We cut again and took a ten-minute break while Ray, the cameraman, and his assistant got ready in the second set. Sue came over to Julie and I to chat for a few moments. Julie was just lighting a cigarette and Sue asked her shyly if she could have one also.

"I thought you didn't smoke," Julie smiled slightly, handing her the pack.

"Well, I don't. But as the script says, it's a smoking role and it has to be convincing, so I'm learning." She laughed and lit a cigarette, drawing shallowly and concentrating on inhaling and exhaling smoothly. "What do you think so far?" she asked me intently.

"So far, so good. You and Mark have nice chemistry together. You look natural, and seem to be enjoying yourselves. Remember, you've been married for seven years. Your lovemaking should be experienced, comfortable. But now you're introducing a new dimension to the relationship. The viewer needs to understand, watching and listening to you, that you've talked about this before, but this time something is different. You're deciding to go through with it."

I noticed Mark listening in as well. "Just remember, the sex has to look good and be hot, like any other video. But the acting has to be much better, so that we believe in your characters." Julie nodded and put her hand on my arm in agreement. 

"We're ready," she said simply.

A few minutes later we were filming again. Mark had backed Sue through the doorway and pressed her onto the bed, their hands stripping each other furiously. They kissed passionately and I felt myself becoming very aroused watching them. Sue took his powerful cock into her hands and started stroking and sucking it, seated on the edge of the bed. However, as indicated by the script, they were to keep the foreplay relatively short and soon enough Mark pushed her flat and penetrated her neatly trimmed pussy with his thick prick.

I doubted that Sue was acting as her moans filled the air. Even an experienced starlet probably didn't get fucked by such a large cock very often; Sue had only done two films before auditioning with us. I watched, entranced, and barely noticed when Kelly came in and slipped an arm around my waist.

"How's it going so far?" she whispered in my ear. I nodded positively and she focused her attention on the scene in the room, her hand idly sliding down to cup my crotch. Meanwhile, the couple on stage was beginning to set up the theme of the film. Their intra-coital dialogue had begun.

"Tell me again," moaned Sue. Mark thrust within her. "Tell me the fantasy." She had her eyes closed.

"I want to see you do it..." Mark began. "I want to see you with another guy. Maybe several guys."

Sue groaned loudly and wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into her. "What about you? Do you want to watch? Or join in?"

"Both," Mark grunted. "I want to see your face while he's inside you, pleasing you. Fucking you. Fucking my wife."

Sue had a spontaneous orgasm. The scene called for her to climax somewhere around this point anyway, but I think it was a surprise even to her. Her pleasure caused Mark to come as well, kissing her hard and blasting jets of his come inside her belly to foam out around his cock in between strokes.

I held my breath for a long minute. Now was perhaps the most intense part. Very few movies included creampies, and even some of our actors had disdained from doing creampie scenes. But Mark had been more than willing, and the shot called for Sue to slowly push him down between her legs while finalizing their plans.

They kissed romantically for the longest time before Sue slowly sat up and gradually pressed downward on his shoulders until he knelt before her. A line of sweat glistened on her neck and she sighed lustily, looking every bit the well-fucked wife. I could see Julie motioning to the cameraman to get a close up of the sperm running from Sue's snatch before she pulled Mark's mouth to her. He began eating her come-filled pussy and she spoke again.

"Mark, I'm ready to do it. Not just the fantasies when we fuck. Tomorrow night, I want to make it happen." She pulled him tightly to her and let the camera capture every detail of him eating her spunky hole. I once again became aware of my wife standing next to me, slightly behind my shoulder, as her soft intake of breath became audible. She clenched my arm fiercely.

"God, look at that," she whispered. "She's oozing his come right into his mouth. He's literally drinking himself out of her with every lick of his tongue. Is that what it's like when you do me after sex?"

I nodded silently with a grin, while before Sue tightened her legs around Mark's face in another screaming, messy orgasm.

**********

The morning's filming had gone extremely well. After the first scene was complete, Julie called for a light lunch to be brought in, and Sue and Mark headed for the showers.

"Well, what did you think?" I asked Julie. She looked around for a moment, and seeing no one in the room besides the core team, she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me soundly. Her mouth tasted fabulous. "I'm so wet right now that I'm going to have to change my underwear," she admitted.

Kelly cupped my bulging crotch again and rubbed me hard. "Me too," she said, "And it feels like my husband could use some relief as well."

We chatted for a while over lunch, discussing the way the movie would play out. The order of the scenes in the movie called for a preparation scene where the couple got ready to go to the bars, followed by a scene of flirting and dancing at the clubs. This was to be followed by a threesome between Sue, Mark, and the man they picked up at the club. Then there were two 'solo' scenes – one of Sue's girlfriend who would seduce Mark after Sue talked about their exploits, and then a masturbation scene in which Sue imagined, in the camera's eye, being fucked by two other men while Mark watched. Finally it concluded with a couple swapping scene of Sue, Mark, and two of their friends.

Due to the availability of both cast and set space, and the miracles of modern film editing, I was not surprised to discover that Julie planned to shoot out of sequence. Hence the plan for the afternoon was to film the 'getting ready' scene, Sue's 'solo' scene, and Mark with Sue's friend Jackie. We would also do the club scene this evening. 

The 'getting ready' scene was extremely sexy. We started with Sue coming out of the shower wrapped in a fluffy towel. She sat down at a vanity table and carefully did her makeup. Then, before working on her hair, she lit a cigarette. She was making a lot of eye contact with me while she smoked, although to the viewers it would appear as if she were looking into the camera. All through the scene she and Mark talked about their plans to bring home another man to fuck her. She finished by dressing in sexy lingerie and a black dress and they set off.

Most of the rest of filming went according to plan as well. Sue's masturbation scene was very sexy. We had procured an extremely large dildo and she took it like it was custom made to fit inside of her. My favorite part of all was filming a section that would show what she was imagining while she was masturbating. We had Mark in the corner stroking his cock while Sue was double penetrated anally and vaginally by two other guys. It was incredible!

**********

Several hours later we were preparing to go out for the club scene shoot. Well, perhaps that isn't exactly accurate. At first it was preparation – showers, hair, makeup -- the usual sorts of things. Somewhere around the point that I found Kelly on her knees working three fingers into Julie's steaming box was where things went astray.

I have to admit that there are few sights in the world that can compare with turning the corner to find your wife diddling another woman. Especially when it's someone as sexy as Julie! Julie was sitting on her slab marble sink with her legs spread widely to allow easy access to that beautifully bare cunt. She was moaning softly and pulling at her erect brown nipples through the thin material of the silk bathrobe she wore.

But my eyes were transfixed on Kelly. She was slowly slipping the first three fingers of her left hand in and out of Julie's twat, her face only inches away. Gradually the penetration became deeper until to my surprise and deep arousal Kelly's wedding ring was disappearing inside this blonde goddess. Sensing my presence, Kelly looked at me over her shoulder.

"Come put your cock to good use," she ordered me, wagging her ass a little. I didn't waste any time pulling her panties aside and burying myself in my wife. She moaned in response and held her sticky fingers back over her shoulder to me so that I could lick Julie's tangy juices from them. We did that several times, and I drank in Julie's flavor each time before Kelly dipped in for more. Eventually she began working her pinky finger in along with the other three fingers, much to Julie's approval.

"Yes!" Julie hissed. "Suck on me while you do that. I want to come on your face!" She pulled Kelly's mouth to her pussy, oblivious to the red lipstick that instantly smeared all across her clit and labia. Julie looked me in the eye as we sandwiched my wife between us, skewered on my cock and smothered in cuntal flow.

I sensed my orgasm rising quickly, and didn't want to come before Kelly. Looking around the sink, I found a hard plastic handled hairbrush. I rubbed one hand through Kelly's slit a few times and reinserted my cock and began fucking her again. Then I gently worked the hairbrush up into her asshole and reveled in the sensation of her vagina clamping down on me in response to the double penetration.

"Oh fuck," she whimpered in between gulps of Julie's copious emissions. "I'm going to come so hard...Jesus...oh...oh!" Her climax came on quickly and with great force. I think that she must have instinctively bitten her lip at that point, except that...Julie's clit was in the way. All of a sudden Julie yelped sharply and jumped, but then began crying out a tremendously powerful orgasm while Kelly jammed nearly her entire hand into the blonde.

Seeing that both women had come I let down my defenses and rode my wife hard from behind. It didn't take long for me to go ahead and empty my balls inside of her with a loud groan.

"What happened there?" I asked Julie once we all caught our breath.

"I think she bit me!" Julie laughed. "It really fucking hurt, but all of a sudden I was coming so hard I saw stars! Wow!"

We all had a good laugh at that, and then set about the process of cleaning up all over again before heading to the bar. It was to be a big night for us: the scene being filmed in the bar would probably include us as "extras". It would be our first time on tape in an adult film, even though it was just as background. Still, that didn't stop Kelly, and Julie as well, from paying extra careful attention to her makeup and hair to get everything just perfect.

**********

When we arrived at the club, a few blocks away, there was already a large line out front. I noticed a sign that read "Private Party: Admission May Be Denied", and in small print below that a disclaimer that by entering the club tonight, patrons gave permission to be filmed as extras in an adult production.

"At least when we do bar scenes, we don't have to worry about underage kids getting mixed up in the scenes. That's a problem you don't even want to get into," Julie laughed. We walked directly up to the door where a powerfully built bouncer cut the line and passed us right through. Inside I saw that Ray, Julie's cameraman, was already hard at work moving through the crowd with a brightly lit camera.

Just as we passed through the doors, we were met by Cami and Jake. Julie glanced at us. "Cami, why don't you two take care of Biff and Kelly? I need to coordinate with our actors for a bit." She nodded and moved off into the crowd.

I felt Cami's soft hand slip around my bicep and she pulled me onto the dance floor. I looked over my shoulder and saw Jake lead Kelly off to a different section of the floor with his hand on the small of her back. She smiled at me and waved.

Cami and I began moving to the excellent trance beats that the DJ was spinning. She was a very sexy dancer, I immediately noticed. She was wearing a skin tight black micro dress that hugged every curve of her body. I guessed that she was probably all of a size two or four, which made her 34B-sized breasts look disproportionately large.

"Got a light?" she grinned, waving a cigarette in front of my face. I realized I had been staring at her chest like an idiot and hurriedly pulled out the lighter that I bring when Kelly and I go out. I flicked it and brought the flame to the tip of her cigarette while she inhaled deeply. At a loss for bright things to say as I watched her cheeks hollow with the force of her drag, I commented to her that she smoked the same brand as Kelly, Marlboro Lights 100's.

She exhaled just past my face with a broad grin. "I think they're more feminine than other cigarettes, since they're a little longer and all-white." She wrinkled her nose. "I don't like those cork-filtered cigarettes." 

I nodded my agreement and tried not to stare as she smoked in front of me. Fortunately she took the lead and wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling our bodies together. I was rock hard and knew that there was no way she could miss that fact with her crotch pressed to mine. Suddenly I became aware of a hot glow surrounding us and resisted the urge to look over my shoulder. "The camera?" I said quietly, without moving my mouth.

Cami nodded with a smile. Then she pulled my head towards her. Her mouth was already open with a wet pink tongue reaching out towards me hungrily. She kissed me hard and messy, with a lot of hot tongue action, and I could taste her delicious smoky mouth. A few seconds in, she slid her lips up my neck and nibbled my ear, as we continued to dance and grind. 

"Make it hot," she urged me, "We need to look good in the movie." I tried to tell myself that this was all business, for the film, but it certainly didn't feel that way to me. It didn't take any more convincing than that, however – I slid a hand up between us and roughly pinched her erect nipple while we kissed and was rewarded by her gasp of pleasure. A few moments later I felt the heat from the camera's light leave us and reluctantly broke the kiss.

For a few seconds I was dazzled from the bright light, but I was able to make out the glowing tip of her cigarette as she took a drag, then felt her lips against mine once again.

"That was really hot," she exhaled into my mouth. "I can't wait to do an intercourse scene with you..."

I glanced at her wedding ring while she tongued my lips. "But what about...?"

"My husband?" she finished. "He loves what I do. He jerks off watching me fuck other guys, or women, on camera. Speaking of spouses...where do you think your wife is off too?" A hint of amusement played across her lips.

"Um, maybe I ought to go find her?" I said hesitantly.

"Yes, let's do that." Cami took my hand and led me off.

**********

It took a while to find Kelly and Jake. They were nowhere to be seen on the dance floor, nor anywhere around the bar. In fact, we finally found them in one of the men's bathrooms when I went to take a leak.

"I'll be right back," I told Cami as I saw Ray, the cameraman, emerge from one of the bathrooms. "I think he had the right idea."

"Sure I can't come in with you?" she pouted. For a moment I was tempted – the Latin beauty was incredibly desirable. But I decided that it would be better to check in with Kelly before things got too out of hand.

When I opened the door, I stopped in surprise and took a quick step back, bumping into Cami who had moved closer at the sight of my reaction. She peeked over my shoulder and sighed softly. About fifteen feet ahead of us, Kelly was on her knees in front of Jake with his thick cock driving in and out of her mouth. She was obviously fingering herself underneath her skirt and was making little throaty sounds of pleasure around his tool.

I felt Cami's lips against my ear and her tongue probing among the fleshy folds of its skin. Uncontrollably, my cock sprang to life at the incredible sight of my wife blowing another man.

"Fuck, she's a real slut isn't she?" murmured Cami as her hand slid inside my pants to stroke my cock. "I mean, I've read your scripts, but I can't quite believe your wife would suck off another guy in a bathroom!" I could tell, though, that her tone was completely ironic, and the sensation of her tongue flicking in my earlobe while she began jacking me off in earnest left little question that she was just stoking my fire with her words.

Kelly and Jake hadn't noticed us yet, engrossed as they were in their own pleasure. I watched in fascination as he raised her to her feet and put his hands on his shoulders, gently but forcefully turning her until she was facing away from him and bent over the sink. He peeled and rolled her skirt up carefully – it was too tight to simply lift – until her ass was revealed. Kelly was wearing a sheer black thong that Jake pulled down and let fall to the floor. That left nothing between them, nothing to protect her pussy from the beefy pecker that he was rubbing between her inner thighs. Kelly was so wet that I could hear the sticky sound of the contact even from several feet away.




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"Oooh," she whimpered, "Don't tease me. Put it in."

Jake lined up and pushed the thick head of his cock up against her slit. Behind me, Cami was kissing my neck and jerking me off ferociously. "Has she ever had a guy that big before?" she asked breathily.

I shook my head in the negative, watching Jake's tremendous cock pierce my wife's vagina. Not only was he significantly longer than my respectable 8" cock, he was also much thicker. I was actually a little concerned that he might hurt Kelly with that dick!

"Don't worry," Cami continued as if reading my mind. "Jake will take it easy on her the first couple of times. At least, he did with me." I turned slightly to face her, catching multiple meanings in her words. "Oh yes," she grinned, "Your wife is definitely going to want him again and again. Big dicks aren't everything, but they sure are nice on occasion. Jake and I fuck at least a few times a month. Now, watch him do her while I make you come." 

I turned my attention back to my wife who was moaning loudly now as Jake pounded her tight pussy. Simultaneously, Cami pumped my rigid cock, now free of the confining pants and protruding through the opened zipper. My passion grew in time with Kelly's as I watched her being thoroughly fucked. Suddenly she turned her head and saw me standing in the doorway. Our eyes met and she moaned loudly, climaxing suddenly when she realized I had caught her in her illicit act. Her reaction sent me over the edge as well, and my load of come spurted through the air, aided by the firm strokes of Cami's hand. 

Breathing heavily, Jake slowly withdrew and I realized he had come also, as his pearly load was running from Kelly's snatch. We all groped for some paper towels as our excitement slowly settled back to normalcy. 



Stories, Screenplays, and Reality Ch. 04



A few weeks had passed since the unusual events in New York that had taken Kelly and my relationship to a new and unexpected level. While we had certainly fantasized any number of times about including others in our lovemaking, usually men since I find the idea of my wife being fucked by another man to be very exciting, up until that point we had never acted on those fantasies.

I reflected on the unexpected experiences briefly. There were the ongoing encounters with Julie, the sexy blonde-streaked starlet-turned-businesswoman who had eagerly partnered with me to bring my written ideas into the visual realm. Something about the busty producer simply drove me wild. Us wild, I corrected myself instantly. It wasn't just that I found Julie sexy and loved to fuck her. Even my wife Kelly, a committed heterosexual, was somehow deeply turned on by the successful, classy woman and had done things with her that I never thought I'd see.

Then there was the flirting and playing at the auditions, and with Cami, one of Julie's assistants. I hadn't actually fucked any of them, although I very much wanted to. The farthest that anything had gone, aside from kissing and a little touching, and some brief blowjobs during the auditions, was when Cami jacked me off in a bathroom. But thinking of that brought one of the wildest experiences to mind...

I recalled coming around the corner to find my wife kneeling on the floor before Jake, Julie's other assistant, with his big cock drilling in and out of her mouth. She didn't know I was there until later, when she looked over her shoulder while he fucked her from behind. It was very exciting for both of us, and we had relieved it in fantasies many times since. Somehow I knew that this was only the beginning for us...

**********

"So Biff, why don't I fly in this week to go over the plans for the 'For Couples' series with you?" Julie asked over the telephone. In my mind I could picture her leaning back in her comfortable upstairs office, her long, tanned legs up on the desktop.

"That sounds great. I know we'll enjoy having you – you'll stay with us, of course."

Her soft chuckle was answer in itself. "Of course. I assume you have a large enough bed." The chuckle became full-on laughter after that, and then, after a brief pause, "Perhaps I should bring Jake along too?"

I only had to think for a moment before responding. "Yes, I think Kelly would like that."

We chatted for a few more minutes about various topics related to the films that we had already worked on. Shooting was all done on the first title, 'Opening Our Marriage', and Julie would be bringing copies of the initial proofs to review. Several scenes had already been shot for two of the titles that would start off the For Couples series, 'Romance' and 'Threesomes', but we still needed to work out the specifics of the third, 'Flings', before shooting could start.

We agreed that Julie would arrive late Friday afternoon and take a taxi directly to our home.

**********

In fact, when the taxi pulled up to the front of the condominium, I felt my pulse quicken to see that not only had Julie brought Jake with her, but that she had also brought Cami as well. The women looked fabulous as usual. Julie was wearing a stylish, cream-colored Donna Karan suit with flowing pants and a finely cut single-button jacket. Underneath the jacket was a simple, sheer black top that was thin enough to reveal a few freckles on the skin of her chest. Her blonde-streaked brunette hairstyle was flawless as always, and the light makeup she wore looked great on her.

Cami, a stunning Venezuelan beauty, gravitated more towards tight fitting, short black skirts, tall wedge-heels and tops that could have been bought in Milan that morning, and today was no exception. Her hair was long and raven dark, with flowing waves that gave it a playful, sophisticated texture. She tended to wear a bit more makeup than Julie, and her lips were luscious in a deep mahogany lipstick.

I could see that Kelly's attention was somewhat more focused on Jake than on the two women, which was not shocking. Having watched her fret about her outfit and hair for the entire afternoon, it was no surprise that she was concerned about his reaction. She had finally settled on a tight pair of black Capri pants and a thin pink blouse that barely managed to contain her large 36C breasts and did nothing to hide the bumps from her erect nipples. She had finished the look off with a pair of 4" pewter colored Italian heels that fairly dripped sex appeal, and a glamorous but fun frosty pink and blue lipstick/eye shadow combination.

As far as us guys were concerned, getting ready was much simpler. We were both attired similarly, with dark pants, fashionable shirts and black leather shoes. It isn't fair; we know it, and there's nothing we can really do about it, so we just accept that men have an easier time of dressing than women. I like to think that I make up for it by working extra hard in the bedroom.

I turned to Kelly as the three made their way up the sidewalk. "I think we may need to use the guest room after all," I said.

"I'll take it," she said easily, her eyes never leaving Jake's muscular chest. I stifled a grin, since that arrangement seemed to leave me in the master bedroom with two incredibly desirable women to occupy my weekend.

**********

The sound of laughter filled our living room as Jake gamely finished off the last plump piece of hamachi, a delicious morsel of sushi atop a bed of sticky rice. The rest of us were full and lounging around the furniture in various positions of relaxation. Sake had been flowing freely to accompany the excellent takeout sushi, and in the warm late summer evening we were all feeling a bit flushed. Julie had removed her jacket, giving everyone a nice view of her lacy black bra through the sheer top she wore.

Kelly lit a cigarette and took a deep drag, letting the smoke fill her chest before she casually exhaled and passed the pack to Julie, then Cami, who each followed suit. 

"Who wants to take a look at the proofs for 'Opening Our Marriage'?" Julie asked brightly. There was a general chorus of yea's throughout the room and I stood to adjust the television and VCR, while strategically also lowering the blinds to preserve some vestiges of discretion. While I was up, Jake poured another round of sake for everyone and then took a seat next to Kelly on the loveseat, leaving me between the other ladies on the full sized couch.

I pressed play and the large TV screen was filled with graphic images of sex and nudity. Although still in the rough edit stages, the video was obviously extremely well filmed, and I was very pleased with the quality. It was no problem at all to spot wedding rings on the fingers of the main characters, and the actors had really brought my script to life. Cami commented that it was very easy to believe that they were a real married couple edging into experimental territory.

At one point, a rough cut went black briefly, then opened back up on a backstage moment that left me blushing slightly as the sight of Julie and I kissing wetly behind the set appeared. I remember the moment and hadn't realized that someone was capturing us with a handheld video camera. A chorus of laughter and good-natured teasing erupted around us as the shot appeared.

Julie shrugged unconcernedly and smiled, tilting her head to the right and leaning in to kiss me hard as if mirroring the recording. Our lips locked together and our tongues dueled wetly for several seconds before we broke apart, breathing raggedly. 

"If that's the worst you have on us," she began, taking a pull from her cigarette, "Somebody had better bring a camera to the bedroom tonight for a proper show." My wife whooped and gave her a high-five to my embarrassment.

The rest of the video went fairly uneventfully as we enjoyed the work and made some notes for edits that still needed to be done. By and large we were very satisfied with the results, and Julie summarized things very nicely, making me feel very good. 

"I know more than a bit about this business, and although I've seen plenty of individual scenes that were very sexy, I think I can objectively say that on a whole, this is the most exciting adult film I've ever watched."

Everyone chimed in heartily, heaping praise on me for the script, Julie for her direction, and our actors in general for doing such a fabulous job. Kelly came over to give me a huge kiss, saying "Just watching that makes me want to come over and over again!" I felt like we were really off to the right start with this line of films, and had no doubt that they would be highly successful.

"Speaking of coming over and over again Kelly," Julie began as she lit a fresh cigarette, "Part of the reason I wanted to come into town was to talk to you." Cami smirked, and Julie admitted, "Well, talk, and see, and touch... Anyway – we're planning to start filming for the fifth title, 'Unfaithful', in a couple of weeks."

"Fifth?" Kelly interrupted. "How did you go from the first to the fifth so quickly?"

"The three we're doing now are collections of individual scenes more than linear plots," explained Jake. "The 'For Couples' titles tend to be more specific and it's been easy to slip in filming a scene here or a scene there, although we do need to have him come back down for the middle title, 'Flings' for some more consultation."

"At any rate Kelly, I think you should consider playing the lead in Unfaithful," Julie went on.

I felt a pulse in my cock at that statement, and I have to admit being a little stunned. We had chatted about doing some extras scenes, or maybe even some outtakes where one or both of us fucked onscreen for our own home video library, but this was something else entirely. Plus, having written the script, I knew exactly what the lead part entailed and I wasn't sure that either she or I was up for it.

Kelly seemed intrigued however. "Unfaithful," she repeated. "I remember reading the concept of that one during one of our early meetings, but I don't remember the details or having seen the script. But isn't it something along the idea of a woman that is cheating on her husband, and things get more and more wild for her, until he finally catches her?"

Julie nodded. I myself was simply holding my breath and watching my wife intently. I didn't know whether I wanted her to really do the scene or not, much less how she would actually react. After all, it was one thing to write about a woman who fucks around on her husband, with multiple guys; it was another to be that guy in real life, even if it was just acting. But my straining erection was making quite another statement, and I knew Julie and Cami, sitting next to me, were aware of it. Kelly saw that as well.

"Well, something tells me that Biff, who has a pretty clear idea of what the script calls for, likes the idea of me doing it. And," she grinned slyly, placing her hand on Jake's bulging crotch, "It's not like me fucking around on my husband is completely out of character. What the fuck, why not?"

Julie looked slightly startled at the rapid agreement, and cleared her throat slightly, smoking her cigarette speculatively. "You're sure you don't want to read the script, or even hear what it involves, before you say yes?"

Kelly thought about it briefly. "Well, my husband wrote it, and I know him well, so I know it isn't going to involve being pissed on, or fisted or anything like that. So I guess, what do I have to lose – in fact, I suspect it will be a lot of fun, knowing him. I'm sure. Count me in." She paused to light another cigarette of her own and drew the smoke into her lungs before breathing a stream towards the ceiling. "Now, why don't you tell me what I'm in for?"

I was somewhat in shock. I hadn't really expected Kelly to say yes, and certainly not without knowing what was involved. Julie started to speak, but I felt Kelly's eyes boring into me, and she held up a hand. "Wait – I want my husband to tell me what he's got planned for me. No edits or rewrites – if it was good enough for another woman, then it should be fine for his own wife. Now, go ahead honey."

I took a deep breath and looked at the four faces in the room. Amusement played across all of them, and on my wife's was something else – hunger? Or excitement? I decided that I believed her after all; Kelly would go through with this film as she had vowed.

"The premise of the film, like you summarized, is a happily married woman who has a chance encounter on a business trip that changes her life. She ends up cheating on her husband, and this awakens a passion in her that simply cannot be quenched," I began. Kelly nodded, already knowing all of this.

"The first scene is a powerful one," I continued. "The woman-"

Kelly interrupted me. "We know who the woman is now, so don't beat around the bush."

"OK," I agreed, "You are at a business dinner out of town. One of the clients is a handsome black man. You end up having drinks with him in the hotel lounge, and unplanned, have him back up to your room and you fuck him. He has by far the biggest cock you've ever experienced in your life."

"How big?" Kelly asked with a wide grin. "Bigger than Jake here?" she went on. I noticed that her hand had not left his crotch and that she was toying with his thick bulge as we spoke.

"By quite a bit, actually. The man we picked for the part is simply ridiculously well hung. He's about 12" long and 8" around," Cami offered helpfully.

Julie stepped in. "I was in adult films for several years. For good or bad, I've fucked nearly three hundred men in my life. I've never had a cock that big inside me." A charming smile appeared, "Although being the boss has certain benefits, one of which is that before long I will most certainly have had this man."

Kelly took a deep breath. "Jesus, that sounds too big to even be real," she sighed. But I noticed that she was grinding her thighs together in a kind of moist anticipation. "OK, so the guy with the telephone pole for a cock fucks me. What next?"

"Well, according to the script this awakens a new desire in you, a new sex drive that you've never experienced. Over the next few weeks once home, you fuck two more men besides your husband. None of them are as over the top as the first guy, but all are well hung. Your husband starts to get suspicious."

"I suppose you're supposed to play my husband," Kelly said to me with a grin.

"No, actually, Jake is. You have a couple of scenes fucking him. Then there is the three-way scene with another woman." I kind of expected her to wrinkle her nose at that, but perhaps being with Julie had affected her more than I expected.

"OK, so you've now got your wife fucking five different men, one of whom is going to open me up like a Christmas present, and eating pussy. Sounds like fun, actually! What is the grand finale?" She arched her eyebrow at me. "There must be a grand finale, I know you!"

"Well, in the final scene Jake's suspicions of your infidelity are confirmed when he walks in on you cheating on him. You're being basically gang-banged by four men. He lets them fuck your brains out, and every one of them comes inside of you. Then he joins you and fucks you as well, and eats your pussy which is literally seeping come like a leaky faucet." There, the big surprise was out.

Shock played across Kelly's face. I'd known it would, and that was part of why I was so shocked when Julie suggested it. 

She swallowed and smiled. "Wow...well, I guess I can see why you all thought I should know what the scene entailed. There were years before Biff and I met when sleeping with five different guys in a whole year would have been a lot; you guys have me set up to fuck five in one night!"

Julie spoke up after sitting quietly for a long time. "Look Kelly, no one here will hold you to doing this now that you know what you signed up for."

Kelly flashed a defiant grin. "Hell no! I've always wondered what taking on multiple guys at one time would be like, so here's my chance. At least, as long as I can have a drink beforehand, and maybe some ibuprofen and something soft to fall asleep on afterward," she joked. "When can we start shooting?"

"Next weekend," Julie promised her.

"Now that that is settled," Cami said suddenly, exhaling a stream of smoke and putting out her cigarette, "I'm fucking horny as hell." She took my hand and looked at Kelly. "I assume since you're going to be fucking nine different men in the next ten days or so, you won't mind if your husband takes two women to bed now?" Without waiting for, or really needing an answer, she pulled Julie and I to our feet and led us towards the master bedroom, calling good night over her shoulder.

**********

There was a certain finality to the click of the bedroom door as it latched shut behind us. Cami, who had been rather quiet all night, suddenly took command.

"I've been waiting long enough to get your cock inside me. Strip." Her expression was serious and her tone demanding; I decided not to argue. Within a few seconds I was standing naked before her, while she was still completely dressed. Meanwhile, on my side of the bed, Julie was efficiently ransacking the drawers.

"Bingo!" she called, motioning for Cami to take a look. I realized that they had found our sex toy drawer. Cami peeked inside and nodded approvingly.

"You have a nice selection there, although not quite everything we'll be needing. Still, I'm impressed." She held up four velcro cuffs on leads. "Lie down in the center of the bed."

With a slight amount of apprehension, and a lot of excitement, I did as she said. The cuffs were more for Kelly than for me, and I had actually only been bound down a couple of times. But Cami and Julie made quick work of it and very shortly I was strapped spread-eagled on the bed with very little range of motion left open to me. They rapidly stripped down to just their bra and panties, and Julie began running her fingers over my chest.

"So Biff, I understand that you like watching women smoke," Cami started teasing me, licking the corners of my lips. I nodded with a big smile on my face. She turned to Julie, who was already lighting two cigarettes and holding one forth for her. Taking a long drag, she exhaled just above my face and continued. "Not that you have many secrets from women who have read all of your stories anyway, but would it surprise you to know that your wife gave us some tips to use on you tonight?" I didn't really respond; no response was needed. However, it didn't actually surprise me at all.

So for the next ten minutes, the women took turns kissing me in between drags on their cigarettes, letting their tongues pierce my lips with their smoky taste, and occasionally even exhaling into my mouth. When their cigarettes were finished, they spent several minutes exchanging wet, open-mouthed kisses with each other just far enough from my face that I couldn't join in, but close enough for me to feel their warm breathing.

Then Julie reached into her overnight bag at the foot of the bed and pulled out something – I couldn't immediately see what because of my narrowed viewing angle. However, when the women each straddled my chest at right angles, I could see that their panties were gone. Julie reached down between them and inserted one end of a thick black double dildo into her pussy. She groaned in pleasure as a solid six or seven inches vanished slowly inside of her. Then Cami wiggled forward and let Julie guide the other end into her. Again sighs of delight, this time from Cami, rose through the room as she took a like amount of the latex dong inside of herself. This left perhaps four or five inches suspended between them, so I guessed the toy to be around 18" total.

Thus started, the women began bucking towards each other in well-coordinated fucking motions. I was reasonably sure this was not the first time they had used a double-header. Both of them were very wet, and within minutes my chest was coated in a slick layer of vaginal lubricants. The fluids rapidly smeared across their asses with the effect that they slid back and forth across me like a slip-n-slide. I loved the feeling of their asses moving on me and reveled in the powerful smell of freshly aroused pussy that was filling the room along with their moans. Gradually they worked themselves up until the entire dildo had disappeared between them and they were rubbing their stuffed pussies against one another.




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I could feel the blood pumping in my erect cock at the engaging display. I had never seen anything like it, and even as a mere spectator I was fascinated. Eventually they orgasmed closely together and then separated. The double dildo slid out between them to fall on my chest with a wet plop.

Cami bent over the foot of the bed and began sucking my cock hungrily. Her mouth was fantastically warm and wet, and I loved every moment of her lips slipping across my taut skin. When I realized that Julie had stepped in behind her and begun fucking her with a strap-on while she sucked me, it made things even more exciting.

We continued like that for several minutes before Cami slid up to sit on me. Her cunt was so well warmed up by this point that she needed simply to relax her knees and sink down around me, engulfing my prick in a velvet grip. I groaned at the penetration, feeling her fluids running down my balls as she ground our pubic regions together. I had never been with a Latin woman before and I found it very exciting, especially because of her unusual beauty.

"Who wants it?" inquired Julie from the base of the bed. I could see her smearing lubricant on the thick strap-on cock and feared for a moment that she planned on using that thing on me. My eyes flickered encouragingly towards Cami. I was rewarded moments later as Julie took a handful of Cami's thick black hair and used it like reins to push her head and body down on me. Then I felt the instant increase in pressure within Cami's twat as Julie's dong began invading her asshole.

The feeling was nearly indescribable. Although I've double-penetrated Kelly with my cock and a dildo, there was something about having another person involved and moving at their own pace and direction that made it far more exciting. The fact that bound as I was, I couldn't do much more than lay there anyway was also stimulating.

Cami virtually stopped fucking me once Julie entered her, content to simply sit on my hips with my dick buried all the way inside her while Julie fucked her with long, gentle strokes. It was amazing. I could feel every inch as it penetrated her, and the excitement was stoking my own fires as well.

Eventually, Julie announced that it was her turn and withdrew from Cami, who then rose from my lap. Julie smeared a thick gob of lubricating jelly on my dick and then sat astride me in reverse cowgirl position. She reached back with her hand and guided me into her rectum, pausing only for a brief moment to adjust to the penetration, then sitting firmly down to take all of me. I realized with a start that I could feel a thick, vibrating object in her pussy!

Julie correctly interpreted my gasp of surprise. "This strap-on has a remote controlled end for me. You didn't think the other woman gets all the fun, did you? Speaking of other women," she went on, gazing at Cami who had lit a cigarette and begun watching us, "come here and sit back down on this thing."

Cami smiled and moved in front of Julie. "Which hole do you want?" she asked coyly. My mind whirled – it was a question that any man alive would have died to hear. Julie positioned the dildo at Cami's brown, puckered asshole again and let Cami fall back upon it. Her added weight translated directly to me, and the three of us gasped simultaneously at the deepening levels of penetration.

With Julie sandwiched as she was between us, she couldn't move much upon me, and simply lay there while Cami rocked upon her and sent the sensations down through us. But as for myself, I was being driven towards the edge of climax from the vibrator mere millimeters from my cock, separated only by the thin membrane of Julie's cunt. After a few minutes of the double-anal fucking chain we had created, I felt my nuts clench pleasurably and blew a tremendous load of come up into Julie's ass.

Exhausted, they untied me and we fell asleep in each other's arms, waking once in the early hours of the morning for a more tender lovemaking. Dimly I was aware throughout the night of the cries of my wife in the other room as Jake royally fucked her all night long. Indeed, she looked quite sleepy the next morning at coffee as we discussed plans for the start to shooting of "Unfaithful"...