by Desconhecido
Sometimes she got so mad at herself. On an intellectual level, she knew there was nothing wrong with looking, so long as it didn’t have an ill effect on the way couples treated each other in the bedroom, and so long as there was never any infidelity involved. On a purely emotional level, though, she hated the idea of her husband looking at other women engaged in wild sex. She didn’t like the idea of him looking at other women at all, for that matter.
Brad’s interest in porn made her feel inferior. She couldn’t help it.
She put the magazines away and looked through some of his videos. She wished he would throw them away, but there was no chance of that. He’d made it clear to her more than once, as much as he loved her, he saw nothing wrong with his collection, and he wasn’t about to throw out his adult material just to appease her out-of-whack emotions.
While she was putting everything back the way she’d found it, a magazine fell out of the box. She picked it up and was just about to put it back when she saw an ad on the back cover for a company called Pornocopia Productions.
The ad heading read: So you wanna be a porn star?
Samantha examined the advertisement with interest. The company motto was, “ We turn the girl next door into a whore.” The company specialized in helping its customers create custom-made amateur porn films.
Would she dare consider such a thing? How would Brad feel about watching a movie made just for him, starring his own wife?
She called the number given for the company, initially only to inquire about the process, but by the time she hung up with the woman who’d answered the phone, she had an appointment the following Friday.
* * * *
“Can I help you?” the young, attractive blonde behind the desk asked.
“I have an appointment,” Samantha said, feeling a little nervous.
“Fill this out,” the woman said, handing Samantha a clipboard and a couple of forms. “We’ll be right with you when you finish.”
Samantha took a seat and looked at the forms she was being asked to complete. One was a model release form, the other was a series of questions designed to help the director make the movie Samantha wanted to make. She read each question carefully and answered them as best as she could.
When she came to the questions pertaining to other actors and actresses she might want to include in the movie, Samantha began to have second thoughts. Until now, she hadn’t really thought much about the fact that she’d be having sex with strangers. Although she was doing this for Brad, she wasn’t sure how he’d react to seeing her with another man.
She hadn’t come this far to back out now. She really wanted to make the movie. She had a hard time choosing between the French maid scenario or the cheerleader scenario. Brad had often mentioned how he’d like to see her in a French maid outfit, so she chose that scenario, eager to fulfill his fantasy.
The total cost of the shoot, which included two male co-stars, was $2,500.
“Just go right through that door,” the girl behind the desk told her, pointing to the soundstage entrance. “Someone will take you to makeup, you’ll be briefed on the script, and then you’ll meet the director and your co-stars.”
A cute, young brunette wearing blue jeans and a Rolling Stones T-shirt greeted Samantha on the other side of the door. She introduced herself as Michelle as she led Samantha down a narrow hallway and into a dressing room.
“I’ll be helping you with makeup and wardrobe,” Michelle told Samantha. “Take off your clothes and we’ll get started.”
“Take off my clothes?” Samantha asked.
“Sure,” Michelle said. “Don’t tell me you’re shy?”
“Well, no, I just…”
Michelle went to the closet and took out a French maid uniform complete with fishnet stockings and black pumps. “You’ll be wearing this, at least for a few minutes, and then you’ll be naked anyway.”
Samantha suddenly felt silly. She was here to fuck strangers, after all, and getting naked was part of that. She just hadn’t been prepared to take her clothes off in front of Michelle.
She nervously began to fumble out of her clothes.
“Here, let me help,” Michelle said, sliding Samantha’s bra straps from her shoulders.
The unexpected touch of Michelle’s fingers against her skin gave Samantha a shiver of pleasure. She’d never felt sexually attracted to another woman in her life, but suddenly she imagined being in bed with Michelle, the two of them licking and kissing one another. When their eyes met, Samantha felt an overpowering urge to kiss Michelle, but she resisted the temptation.
“How do you want your hair?” Michelle asked. “We could put it in a ponytail or tease it up real wild…”
Samantha considered the question a moment. “I think a ponytail would be best,” she said. “My husband likes my hair in a ponytail.”
She was naked now except for her panties.
“Those too,” Michelle said. “The costume has matching silky panties.”
Samantha pushed her panties down around her ankles and stepped out of them, taking the panties Michelle offered her.
“Okay, let’s do your makeup,” Michelle said.
Samantha sat in front of the mirror. She felt a little self conscious at first, sitting there in nothing but her panties, but gradually she got used to it and relaxed.
“You’re very pretty,” Michelle said. “You won’t need a lot of makeup.”
“Thank you,” Samantha responded, feeling her cheeks heat up as she blushed.
Michelle opened her makeup case and lightly applied makeup to Samantha’s eyes, then she took out a thick brush and applied rouge to her nipples, making them appear a shade darker. The soft bristles made Samantha’s nipples hard.
Michelle stepped back to admire her work. “Okay,” she said. “Time to get into your costume.”
Samantha put on the maid costume, adjusting her fishnet stockings as she slid her feet into the sexy pumps. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror. The transformation was complete. She no longer felt like a wholesome, down-to-earth girl next door. She was no longer the sweet, devoted wife. She had truly become, at least for the present, a slutty French maid ready to service two studs.
“Ready?” Michelle asked.
“I’m ready,” Samantha said, taking a deep breath to prepare herself for the moment of truth.
The set resembled a fancy hotel room. There wasn’t much of a script. The premise was simple. A French maid happens into a room where two businessmen are in the midst of discussing business. The two men invite her to stick around for a threesome. Dialogue was ad lib.
Samantha almost chickened out when she saw the two guys (a well-hung Italian stallion and a Conan wanna-be with shoulder-length blond hair) who would be fucking her, but she stood her ground and fell right into her role once they started kissing her and slipping their fingers under the elastic of her panties. Her pussy was so wet she could feel the insides of her thighs getting damp.
Conan laid her back on the bed and pushed her skirt above her waist, sliding his hands beneath her to lift her pussy to his face, pushing and probing his tongue against her silky panties.
The Italian Stallion straddled her chest, stroking his thick cock as he dangled his balls in her face. She rolled his balls around on her tongue and sucked on them one at a time, then tried to get both in her mouth at once. She forgot all about the cameras. All she wanted was to taste that big cock in her mouth.
The Italian Stallion slid his dick to the back of her throat. She managed to take it all without gagging, which surprised her, and as she sucked on him, she squeezed his heavy balls in the palm of her hand and massaged them.
Mister Conan Wanna-Be pulled her panties to one side. His tongue darted around between her pussy lips. He found her clit and teased it with soft, quick flicks of his tongue, then he caught it in his mouth and nibbled.
She moaned around the cock in her mouth, arching her back to press her hot pussy against Conan’s face.
Her first orgasm came quickly, sweeping through her body like a tidal wave. The Italian Stallion continued to fuck her mouth, picking up the pace until he was pumping hard and fast.
Conan lifted his face away from her pussy. His cheeks were slick and shiny. He moved up and knelt beside her, sliding his cock into her mouth as the Italian Stallion withdrew his.
She worked on both cocks with her mouth, moving from one to the other, deep-throating and licking. She pressed the two smooth knobs together and tried to fit them into her mouth at once, with little success. When that didn’t work out the way she planned, she rubbed their cocks against her tits.
Samantha sat up and the two studs pulled her short dress over her head. Conan dragged her panties down and off. She kept the fishnet stockings and fuck-me pumps on for effect.
The two men positioned her on all fours and took her from both ends, Conan plowing her pussy while the Italian Stallion fucked her mouth. She let them sandwich her next, with Conan fucking her pussy while the Italian Stallion pumped her ass. It was the sort of thing she’d seen a lot of the women do in Brad’s movies, and if that’s what turned him on, she wanted to make sure she was the one doing it to him.
Samantha finished them with her mouth, moving from one to the other, servicing them until they came on her face and in her mouth. She swallowed as much cum as she could catch in her mouth, then she licked the remainder from their cocks.
When she finished, she felt dirty, but dirty in a good way. Dirty in a sexy way. She thought maybe she felt more alive than she’d ever felt before.
And now she was Brad’s celluloid slut.
* * * *
She turned out the lights, lit a few candles, and checked herself one last time in the mirror. She wore a white negligee, transparent enough to show off her nipples, and a pair of satin and lace panties. A bottle of champagne sat in a bucket of ice on the coffee table.
When Brad came home, he was surprised and nearly speechless. He set his briefcase aside and took Samantha in his arms, kissing her hard on the mouth. Her tongue danced across his lips and teased its way into his mouth.
“Did I forget something?” he asked. “It’s not our anniversary, is it?”
“No… I just love you,” she said. “And I want you, right now, right here.”
She went to her knees and took out his cock, running her tongue around the head of it first, then taking it deep into her mouth to suck on it.
Brad was almost always the one to initiate sex, and once it was underway, Samantha would get into it and enjoy herself. This aggressive attitude was a side of his wife he wasn’t used to seeing, and one he could easily get used to.
She took her mouth away from his cock and stood, wrapping one hand around his shaft and giving it a good squeeze. “I have a surprise for you,” she said.
“A surprise?”
“Yep, a surprise, but first I want you to change into something more comfortable. When you’re ready, meet me in the living room.”
“You got it,” he said.
He went to the bedroom and changed into comfortable sleep pants. He spritzed on a little Aspen almost as an afterthought, then he hurried to the living room, not wanting to waste time and risk a change in Samantha’s mood. He found her curled up on the couch, waiting patiently for him.
He beside her. She leaned over to kiss him, reaching between his legs to feel his cock through the loose sleep pants. He had a hard-on already.
He slipped his hands beneath her negligee and over her breasts, rubbing his palms across her stiff nipples, feeling every little goose bump around her areolas.
She broke the kiss and pulled away. “Here,” she said, reaching for his surprise, which she’d left beside the champagne bucket.
She handed him a wrapped package. “What could this be?” he asked, weighing the package in his hand as if trying to figure it out.
“Just open it,” she said.
He unwrapped the DVD. There was a French maid on the cover, on her hands and knees, her short dress riding up to expose her panty-covered ass. Samantha had posed for the cover, but since Brad couldn’t see her face, he had no way of knowing it was her. Above the photograph was the title Maid for You.
“A porno?” he asked, caught off guard by the offering.
“A special porno,” she said, taking the case from him and heading over to the DVD player. “And I’m going to watch it with you.”
She put the DVD in the player. Brad’s eyes were fixed on the TV screen as Samantha snuggled up beside him and started rubbing his dick again.
It wasn’t long before Samantha was strutting her stuff across the TV screen, getting naked with her two male co-stars. Brad watched in silence. Hard-on aside, he showed no reaction to what he saw on the screen.
Samantha took out his cock. She gave it a squeeze and began to give him a slow, lazy handjob, watching his face as she did, searching his face for some clue that he was enjoying the movie. She couldn’t really tell. At least he had a hard-on. That had to be a positive sign.
The movie lasted almost a full hour. When it was over, Samantha climbed onto Brad’s lap, slid her arms around his neck, and leaned down to kiss him. He turned his head to one side, just enough to avoid her kiss.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“What’s wrong? I just watched you fuck two strange men and you don’t know what’s wrong? How could you do that?”
“I thought you’d enjoy it.”
“You thought I’d enjoy it?” he asked, full of indignation. “You cheat on me with two, guys, you give me a souvenir DVD of the whole thing, and for some reason completely foreign to me, you think I’m supposed to be happy about it?”
“I thought it would be something special,” she said, climbing off his lap. “Do you know how hard it was for me to do that?”
Brad laughed. “Yeah, it looked like you were having a hard time.”
She winced at the stinging sarcasm, torn suddenly between tears and anger and giving in to a combination of the two. “Fuck you,” she screamed at him, storming out of the room.
Brad poured a glass of the champagne and gulped it down, wincing at the taste. What he wanted was a fucking beer. He went to the kitchen for a Heineken returned with it to the living room. He lit a cigarette, looked at the DVD case again, then grabbed the remote control and started the movie, rewinding, fast-forwarding, and pausing every so often.
The more he watched it, the more he appreciated it for what it was. Eventually he began to get aroused, especially by his wife’s performance, which rivaled those of any porno actress he’d ever seen.
When he got right down to it, what bothered Brad the most wasn’t seeing other men enjoy Samantha. He could understand that. What bothered him was seeing Samantha enjoy the sex so much, and that was simply ridiculous. Sex was, by its very nature, enjoyable. Samantha was clearly performing for him, and was it so bad that she was having a good time in the process?
He took out his cock, which was hard and throbbing with desire for the beautiful blonde actress in Maid for You. He jerked off in time with Samantha jerking off her two well-hung co-stars.
The old saying “have your cake and eat it too” had never made more sense to Brad than it did right now. He loved to see hot, sexy women perform wild sex acts for the camera, but he never, even in his wildest fantasies, imagined he’d have the opportunity to bang one of those sexy little fuck queens… until now.
This fuck queen was his for the asking. She was his fantasy girl, and she was waiting for him in the bedroom right now.
The title of the movie said it all.
Samantha was made for him.
Meat Me in the Middle
Debbie stood in front of the mirror and undressed. She caressed her big breasts, making her thick pink nipples stand up erect. She ran her hands up her belly, cupped a heavy tit in each hand, and squeezed them together, then she slid one hand between her legs and pushed a finger inside herself. She was soaking wet and hot. She neede
d to be fucked.
She put on a pink satin kimono-style wrap, tying the sash loosely in front.
She could hear the TV from the living room. A football game. Getting Jimmy to pay attention to her was going to be a trick, but she needed him now. She wanted him to want her just as bad. She wanted him to throw her on the floor in the living room and drive his cock into her. She wanted to wrap her legs around him and open herself to his driving thrusts.
She looked at herself in the mirror again. Hair the color of beach sand, blue eyes, her body still firm and flexible, even though she was in her late thirties. She was proud of the shape she’d kept herself in. She didn’t work, she didn’t have any kids to take care of, and she sat on the couch and watched TV day most days. It was a wonder it hadn’t caught up with her.
She hadn’t planned her life this way, but that was the way it was, and at least she still looked good. No sign of the middle-age spread so many women her age seemed to complain about.
She went down the hallway and into the living room. Jimmy was sitting on the couch in his boxers, his feet propped on the coffee table, a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other. His eyes were fixed on the TV set. The sound was turned up to an obnoxious level.
Jimmy glanced over at her briefly but took no real notice. She climbed onto the couch and moved up beside him, sliding her arms around him, nuzzling her face into his neck.
“I want you to fuck me,” she said.
She kissed his neck and slid one hand down the front of his boxers. His cock lay limp against one of his thighs. She wrapped her hand around it and squeezed.
“Honey, come on…” Jimmy said, not taking his eyes off the screen.
She stroked up and down. His cock responded, growing thicker in her hand. She continued to masturbate him.
“Not now, please,” he said.
She kissed his chest, circled her tongue around one of his nipples, then leaned over to lick his other nipple. “Come on, Jimmy,” she said, tilting her eyes up at him in and giving him a pretty pout. “”I really need to feel your dick inside me.”
