The Accidental Porn Star: A Neglected Wife Becomes a Porn Star Sensation

by Simone Scarlet

  “Absolutely no fucking way,” he repeated, and then turned to Alyssa. “Get in the car. We’re out of here.”

  Alyssa didn’t move.

  “Where are we going to go, Michael?” she spat. “Back home? To the house we just re-mortgaged to afford to pay for this?” She tapped the toe of her high-heels on the asphalt. “Because it’s not going to be home for very much longer.”

  Michael paused.

  “W-what are you suggesting, Alyssa? That we do this? That you do this?”

  “What choice do we have?” Alyssa snapped. “If we walk out now our family is financially fucked for the next twenty years – and it’s all your fault.”

  Michael wheeled around.

  “My fault? How do you figure it’s my fault?”

  “Re-mortgaging the house was your suggestion, Michael,” she hissed. “You were the one who said we had to take risks.” She kicked the dirt angrily. “And now look? We took that risk and we’re fucked.”

  Michael fell silent. He knew she had a point.

  “D-dude,” Terry suggested cautiously. “It could work. I mean, in case it had escaped your notice, your wife is fucking hot.”

  Michael wheeled around, making Terry stagger back in fear.

  “My wife is hot,” he snapped. “She’s not a fucking whore. I’m not sending the mother of my kids in there to get fucked by four black hoodrats.”

  “They’re not hoodrats,” Alyssa snapped. “They seemed like nice kids.”

  “Oh, did they now?” Michael spat. “Does that mean you want to fuck them?” And then his eyes narrowed. “Is that what this is about? Is this to do with what you said in bed the other night? About wanting to be with two guys at the same time?”

  Alyssa turned bright red. That had been private.

  “This is about keeping our house, Michael,” she growled. “This is about making a million dollars.” She pointed her finger accusingly at him. “You got us into that mess. You don’t get to sit on a pedestal and act all high-and-mighty when I suggest a way out of it.”

  And those were the words that seemed to break him.

  Suddenly deflated, the big man hissed: “I-I just… I don’t know if I can let you do it.”

  “Well,” Alyssa snapped back, “what other suggestions do you have?”

  And from the look on Michael’s face, it was clear he didn’t have any.

  “It’s a million dollars, Michael,” she growled. “Think about it. If Terry had come to you and said this directly – let your wife have sex on camera for a million bucks – what would you have said?”

  Michael stood there, his mouth opening and closing.

  But he didn’t need to say anything, to have said everything.

  “Exactly,” Alyssa nodded. “You’d have considered it.” And then she crossed her arms and stared at her husband aggressively.

  The truth be told, Alyssa’s quiet anger was a contrast to her conflicted emotions. Inside her head, it was a whirlwind.

  What had she just suggested?

  She was a loyal housewife. A mother. A good Catholic girl. And she’s just volunteered to star in a porn movie?

  But as she saw it, she didn’t have any choice. They’d gambled everything on this; and if it didn’t happen, they’d be as broke and miserable as when they’d first got married, fresh out of college.

  Today was the day lives were changed.

  Alyssa decided she was going to change theirs for the better.

  Michael looked across at her and saw the determination in her face.

  “Okay,” he murmured. “Fuck it. Okay.” He stepped forward and grabbed Alyssa’s arms. “Baby, if this is what you want…”

  “It’s not what I fucking want,” Alyssa snapped. “It’s what I need to do.” She shrugged off Michael’s embrace. “Now let’s go and do it.”

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  In the locker room, Colin and the three other young men were standing in their football gear, looking awkward.

  They looked up as Terry, Michael and Alyssa came strolling in.

  “Boys,” Terry placed his tripod on the cracked tiles and kicked it open. “We’ve had a change of plan.” He jerked his thumb towards Alyssa. “You’ll be working with this lovely lady after all.”

  The four boys looked at Alyssa appreciatively; drinking in her tanned, curvy figure in her light and airy sundress.

  “No complaint from me,” Reed chimed in, grinning.

  “Yeah. You’re really beautiful, ma’am.” David stepped forward.

  Alyssa blushed. She had to admit, it gave her a thrill to hear young, virile men tell her that; even in these circumstances.

  “Okay,” Terry was pacing back and forth. “Okay, we’re going to have to work things around a little.” He looked up at Alyssa. “Originally we had this naughty cheerleader plot worked out – but, no offense, you’re a little too… grown up to be a convincing cheerleader.”

  Well, thought Alyssa. That brought her ego crashing back to Earth, didn’t it?

  “Okay,” Alyssa nodded. “So how are we going to work it?”

  “I dunno… Could you be a naughty teacher?”

  “What about a janitor?” Michael suggested; and only narrowly avoided Alyssa slapping him in the balls again.

  “How about one of the player’s mom?” Reed suggested. He looked at his friends, who were all black. “I mean, one of the other players, obviously.”

  “Wait,” Alyssa suddenly announced. “I’ve got it.” And she outlined a plot that made everybody in the room smile when they heard it.

  Everybody, that is, except Michael.

  “Woah,” he listened to the suggested storyline. “I don’t want to be in this.”

  “You only have a walk in role,” Alyssa snapped, “and you kind of owe me.” She narrowed her eyes. “If I have to get on camera and do this, you can be damn sure I’m gonna have you there as well.”

  Michael said nothing. He didn’t look very happy about it, but he nodded reluctantly.

  “Okay, okay,” Terry was glancing at his watch. “We’re losing daylight. Get your makeup on, babe,” he winked at Alyssa, “and let’s get shooting.”

  * * *

  And that’s how Alyssa and Michael made their debut in porn.

  The opening scenes were shot out in the stadium. While the four handsome black athletes tossed a ball about and played, Dave and Terry turned the camera to the bleachers, where Alyssa and Michael sat; playing a husband and wife.

  Michael wasn’t much of an actor, but he improvised his lines:

  “These kids have talent,” he said, a little stiffly. “I’m going to sign them.” He was playing a hustling sports promoter – and Alyssa was playing his sexy wife.

  Next they filmed some scenes of Alyssa getting hot and bothered as she watched the four handsome, sweaty kids. The camera lingered on her face as she licked her lips. Then on her breasts as she rubbed her nipples through the thin material of her sundress. Finally, on her legs, as she squirmed a little uncomfortably on the bench.

  It was all meant to show that Alyssa found the boys sexy, and her husband was so oblivious that he didn’t even notice.

  Alyssa managed to channel all the arousal she’d experienced watching Danielle in action, back when they’d filmed the previous movies, and copied that same squirmy, unsettling motion she’d been forced to adopt as she sat in a stool getting steadily wetter and more aroused.

  “This looks great,” Terry grinned, as he cut the camera. “Now let’s film the next scene down in the locker room.”

  * * *

  Terry and Dave set up cameras, and had the boys shower and start getting undressed as they let the film roll.

  The scene brought the ‘sports promoter’ and his wife barging into the locker room; and was meant to give Alyssa’s character an eyeful of sexy, muscular black flesh as she interrupted the players as they washed up.

  “Oh, my!” Alyssa feigned shock as she caught sight of rippling muscles, toned six-packs and
a flash of a long, thick swinging cock. Michael theatrically tried to cover her eyes.

  “N-now boys,” still covering her eyes, Michael read his hastily improved lines. “I’m authorized to sign you up for a big sports contract. You ready to take it?”

  Colin, wearing just a towel, stepped up to the camera.

  “Sir, you’d have to talk to our coach about that,” he argued. “We’ve got a lot of contracts to consider.”

  Michael replied: “What could I offer you, to make sure you sign with me?”

  And that’s when all four boys turned their attention to the ‘sports promoter’s’ sexy wife.

  Biting his lip (he was a surprisingly good actor) Colin said: “Well. Perhaps there’s some way your wife could convince us.”

  Michael looked very uncomfortable at this suggestion, but he powered through with his act.

  “My wife?” Forcing himself to smile, he turned to Alyssa and said: “You think you could show these boys the benefits to signing with me?”

  Alyssa realized that half an hour of acting turned on had actually turned her on. Her body was tingling. Her nipples were hard; clearly visible through the thin material of her sun dress. Between her legs, she felt uncomfortably hot and moist.

  No longer just acting, Alyssa turned to her husband, looked up and smiled sexily.

  “I’m sure I can.” She patted his arm. “Now, why don’t you go and have that meeting with their coach, like you have scheduled.” She turned and looked at the four young athletes. “I’ll stay down here and see if I can’t persuade them…”

  Chapter Twenty Five

  “…and cut.”

  Terry had just filmed a rear shot of Michael, striding out of the locker room and letting the door swing shut behind him. Now it was time for the real filming to begin.

  “Check the lights,” Terry snapped at Dave. “And make sure there are fresh batteries in the cameras.” He turned to Alyssa. “Are you ready to do this?”

  Alyssa stood there, heart pounding. She had butterflies in her stomach. She turned and looked at the four young men, staring at her eagerly in their towels and underwear.

  “I-I think so,” she breathed.

  Michael had returned to the room, and was standing awkwardly in the corner.

  “Wait,” Alyssa held up one hand. Crossing the room, she stood in front of Michael and reached up to grab his big hands in hers.

  “Honey,” she breathed. “I’m sorry I yelled at you earlier.”

  Michael’s eyes were filled with tears – but, being a typical Italian guy, he was too proud to cry.

  “Forget about it,” he sniffed. “Jesus, it’s my own fucking fault.” He shook his head. “I can’t believe I’m gonna watch you do this.”

  Alyssa forced herself to smile. “I’m going it for us, baby,” she squeezed his hands. “But you have to do something for me. You have to sit down and shut up and watch.” She stretched up on tip-toes and pressed her lips against his. “If I can do… do this, then you can sit still and not fuck it up for us.”

  Michael nodded. She could tell it was eating him up inside, but she knew he’d be good for it.

  “Okay.” She smiled. “Now wish me luck.”

  And with that, she turned and walked back in front of the cameras.

  * * *

  “…and action!”

  As soon as the cameras started rolling, Alyssa took a deep breath and got herself into character.

  Pretending she was the sexy, confident wife of a high-flying sports promoter, she stepped in between the four assembled football players and peered at them each in turn; like a hungry pussycat eying up for delicious pieces of fresh tuna.

  “Well, boys,” she purred, with a rasp to her voice. “Now my husband’s gone, perhaps you can demonstrate to me what all the fuss is about.”

  The four handsome football players gathered around her, eyes wide.

  Alyssa turned to the biggest of them, Brad. He was fresh out of the shower, wearing just a towel. She stepped up to him and pressed a hand on his broad, hairless chest. It was still glistening with water from his shower.

  “My, my,” the tiny wife said, looking up into the handsome player’s eyes. “You certainly seem big and strong.” And then, with her other hand, she grabbed the top of his towel and wrenched it off – leaving him standing there, naked. “But it’s stamina that wins games.”

  Brad was suddenly naked; and Alyssa’s hand pressed against the bare, brown skin of his hip. Slowly, carefully, she slid her fingers cross his skin towards the front; where they encountered his trimmed pubic hair, and his huge, flaccid, swinging penis.

  “Uuuugh,” Brad’s eyes rolled upwards as he felt Alyssa’s slender fingers curl around his shaft. It immediately started growing thicker and harder in her grip.

  It was the guttural moan from Brad’s lips that seemed to spark action. A moment later Colin, in boxers and a t-shirt, stepped up behind Alyssa and wrapped his arms around her waist. A moment later, his lips were kissing her neck, and his hands were squeezing her tits through her sundress.

  Alyssa wasn’t faking. She genuinely felt her knees go week as Colin started kissing her neck. That was her weak spot; guaranteed to make her horny.

  And those big hands? Squeezing her breasts through her dress?

  “Uuuuggh,” Alyssa groaned, turning her head so she could kiss Colin’s lips. “Oh, wow.”

  The other two players, Reed and David, watched as Alyssa was sandwiched between their two buddies. David was wearing nothing but a towel, and it immediately started to tent out in the front as his cock swelled and throbbed.

  “Mmmmph,” Alyssa pulled her mouth away from Colin’s mouth. “Woah, steady on, boys.” She daintily slithered out from between the two hot and hard-bodied young man and staggered back from them; face flushed and chest heaving.

  “L-let’s take things a little slower,” she gasped, clutching her hand to her chest. “Let me take a look at you four beautiful boys first.” And then, with a smile, she ordered: “Strip.”

  Giving each other uncertain looks, the four young men did as they were told. Brad was already naked. David dropped his towel, and Colin and Reed kicked off their underwear and t-shirts.

  A moment later the four of them stood in front of Alyssa, beautifully naked.

  Her breath caught in her mouth. Alyssa had only seen bodies like these in magazines. Ripped, and muscular, and gorgeously dark and brown. The four boys looked like underwear models – except they weren’t wearing any underwear.

  In fact, all four of them had big, thick swinging dicks between their legs – and Brad and Colin’s enormous cocks were already half-hard with arousal.

  “W-wow,” Alyssa fanned herself. “Will you look at that?”

  Her mouth was suddenly dry, and her panties were suddenly wet. After fifteen years of sex with Michael – who was a chunky, muscular guy himself – this was like something out of a fantasy.

  “I-I think I’d better get a closer look,” Alyssa murmured – and, stepping forward, she fell to her knees on the cracked tile floor.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Alyssa was kneeling on the floor – and her face was level with a semi-circle of half-hard cocks.

  The four boys were gathered around her, and Alyssa’s nose was suddenly filled with their hot, heady boy-scent.

  “W-wow,” she murmured, reaching out with both hands. One curled around the half-hard shaft of Brad’s enormous black cock. The other caressed Reed’s shaft. “You boys are beautiful.”

  Alyssa was a good Catholic girl, and hadn’t seen a real black cock outside of pictures on the Internet. Perhaps it was just a coincidence, but to her it seemed like the stereotype really was true. These four boys had enormous cocks.

  Four of them.

  Alyssa was both aroused and terrified at the thought of tackling them all.

  The two cocks in her hands were swelling. She could feel each pulse through the warm, smooth skin. Soon the thick, flaccid cocks had grown to become
enormous – like foot-long lengths of knotty African hard-wood.

  “Oh, my,” she breathed again, and let go of the hard cocks to give Colin and David some attention. Her fingers curled around their soft shafts and began stroking them to hardness as well.

  Behind her, Alyssa barely registered Terry flicking the camera off the tripod – moving in to catch a close-up of this beautiful housewife on her knees, stroking four gigantic cocks – each pointed accusingly at her pretty face.

  Moments later, Alyssa was feeling the heat of four throbbing dicks; each pulsating just inches from her face.

  Her lips watered.

  With a self-conscious glance over her shoulder, she turned back to her audience and leaned forward. Opening her mouth, she engulfed the head of Reed’s enormous cock.

  “Oh, fuuuuck,” the young man muttered, as he suddenly felt the delicious warmth and wetness of her mouth on his dick.

  Alyssa’s eyes bulged. She could barely stretch her lips wide enough to accommodate Reed’s massive shaft, and even when she did, it was difficult to cram more than a couple of inches of his long, thick length into her mouth.

  But she did her best, and her tongue swirled around his cockhead.

  “Damn, that’s good,” Reed groaned appreciatively.

  As Alyssa sucked Reed’s cock, she stroked Brad and David’s dicks with her slender fingers; eliciting grateful moans of appreciation from them. Only Colin was left unattended – and not for long.

  After a few moments sucking Reed’s magnificent cock, Alyssa left his shaft pop out of her mouth with a wet ‘schlurp’ and turned her attention to Colin instead.

  “Damn,” he groaned, stroking Alyssa’s luxurious brown hair as her lips wrapped around his cock.

  For a number of minutes, Alyssa worked diligently on her knees – sucking each boy’s cock in turn, and then switching it up to wrap her lips around another of the handsome football players.

  As she sucked one cock, she jerked off two more with her slender fingers; using her own saliva as lube, until each shaft was glistening and wet.